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Will he sleep with me—in my bed—again? No, no, no.
“What’s wrong, Vivian?”
“Nothing,” she said, and her eyes rose to meet his. As their gazes locked, a surge of desire ripped through her, challenging her common sense.
His index finger outlined her jaw, holding her chin up, his touch a whisper of what was to come…
Vivian wanted to move.
I should move.
I have to move.
Yet the blissful warmth of his fingers held her captive for a few more seconds, and the back of his hand touched her cheek with a tenderness that almost undid her. With her eyes half closed, Vivian let a tortured sigh escape her open lips. She backed away from his touch before her last thread of rationality could slip away.
“I have to…” She cleared her throat, reaching behind her for the door handle.
All she needed was the strength to turn it.
She would turn the door handle, say good night, and go to bed. All alone.
“Yes, you do.” Javier leaned over her, positioning his right hand to open the door for her. “We both do.”
His body moved into hers, the warmth of his thighs pushing her back against the door. His lips hovered over hers.
Vivian immediately spread both hands over his broad chest, her rational mind at war with a raw, fierce desire unfamiliar to her. She had never experienced anything like it before. She pushed at him, trying to resist the feelings overtaking her, but his hard, powerful body made it impossible. All remaining doubt disappeared, and her pushing turned into pulling. Obeying a violent urge, she drew him closer and parted her lips, and his hot tongue slipped inside her mouth to begin a tormenting search, exploring every corner.
Vivian’s knees quivered, and he held her steady while his free hand angled the back of her head so his mouth could prolong the sweet agony. Her nipples hardened, peaking against the lace of her bra. Her quick response to him astonished her.
For a brief moment, he tore his mouth from hers. A moan of protest escaped her lips, and he kissed her chin, letting his lips slide down her neck, tasting her skin with his tongue. She threw her head back and pulled him closer as she ran her fingers through his short hair. Then he claimed her mouth again, branding her with a heat that spread in her body like flames on dry tinder. Never before she had been kissed with such passion. Never before had she been so aroused. Never before in her life had a kiss turned her into a rag doll or filled her with such reckless abandon.
“Tell me, Vivian…” He withdrew his mouth, his forehead touching hers as his own breathing heaved.
“Yes,” she whispered. Yes, yes, yes…
“Do you believe me now?”
At first, his meaning didn’t register. Her mind raced, her body burning with a profusion of needs awakened by Javier’s touch.
“Tell me you do,” he demanded, straightening his shoulders and moving back a little.
Vivian took a few seconds to understand what he was saying, returning to awareness as if she were just waking up from the effects of an anesthetic.
The passionate man who had just kissed her sanity away had been replaced by the cold, money-driven tycoon.
Then she understood.
He wanted compliance—he’d just changed his tactics. Or maybe he was paying her back for crashing his party without an invitation. Either way, while his kiss had destroyed her reason, for him it had been a tool of manipulation.
What a gullible fool she was.
Vivian snapped out of her lethargy. Driven by a different kind of heat, she slapped him hard enough to make her hand sting.
He pressed his hand to his cheek with an expression that hinted at his surprise at her boldness. Or perhaps her foolishness.
She didn’t care what he thought. She hoped that for a man like Javier, being slapped by a woman would damage his ego, even if it couldn’t damage him physically.
“Have a good night, Javier.”
She yanked the door open and locked it behind her, then leaned back against it, her chest heavy
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