Hell on Heels (Hotel Rodeo #1)(16)

“Is that really what you want?” He slipped his hand beneath her panties. He slid his fingers fully into her wetness, stroking, circling, and caressing. “Evidence suggests otherwise, Ms. Brandt.”

She bit her lip, trying to stifle her sounds of pleasure as her world spiraled out of control. She was damned close to coming and he hadn’t even kissed her!

“I know exactly what you need.” A wide swipe of his arm cleared the desk. He slid his other hand under her skirt to remove her panties and lifted her onto the top of it. Gripping her hips, he dragged her to the edge of the desktop, then stepped between her thighs. He brought her hand down between them, closing it over his very large erection.

“Getting straight down to business? Aren’t you at least going to kiss me?”

Her annoyance only seemed to amuse him.

His mouth stretched into a slow, wicked grin. “Oh, I intend to do that all right. Where I come from it’s considered ungentlemanly to f*ck a woman senseless without kissing her first.”





Chapter Six


Ty’s taunting smile died on his lips at the sight of her sprawled on the desk. Her hair had come down and lay in a tangle of silk. Her face was flushed, and her gray eyes had darkened to slate. The vision of her looking soft and utterly f*ckable sent a rush of blood straight to his dick.

He’d told himself from the start that she wasn’t his type, that she was far too aggressive and hard-hitting for his taste, but right now she was all women and his jeans were uncomfortably tight. He tried to blame it on his extended period of celibacy, but deep down it was more than that. At some point in their verbal clash, his antagonism for Monica had morphed into something else that he couldn’t even put a name to.

Her breath came in short pants, her back arched, and her hips surged upward under his hands. He could feel her reaching, growing desperate for release. For a few agonizing seconds, he debated f*cking her into next Wednesday, but he quickly stifled that urge. He might be aching to get inside her, but he wasn’t about to allow her the advantage of knowing that. She’d exploit any show of weakness in a heartbeat.

If sexual frustration was the chink in her armor, he’d show her no mercy. He backed off.

“You bastard!” she hissed. “You started this, now finish it!”

He gifted her with a self-satisfied smirk. “You wanted to be equal partners, sweetheart. You’ll get yours when I get mine.”

“Now, Ty.” She grabbed his shirt collar. “I want you inside me. Now.”

He’d planned on torturing her a whole lot longer, but this was more than he could take. His self-control snapped. “Far be it from me to deny a lady.” He unzipped, took himself in hand, his eyes shuttering in anticipation of sliding himself into her wet folds.

“Protection?” she asked with a needy whimper.

He froze on a long stream of hissed curses. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She sat up, face contorted with frustration. “You don’t have any?”

He let out a bark of dry laughter. “Having sex with you was the very last thing on my mind when I walked in here, Ms. Brandt.”

“My purse,” she hissed. “In the desk.” She yanked on the drawer. It slid completely off the track and crashed on the floor, spilling the contents. “Shit!”

“I’ve got it.” Ty stepped back to scoop up her handbag.

She snatched it from his hands, rifled, then gave up, dumping it unceremoniously on the desk—wallet, lipstick, keys, feminine products, and other miscellaneous items spilled out, but no prophylactics. “Nothing, damn it!” She exhaled a long and shaky breath. “I can’t believe this!”

“It’s all right, darlin’. I’ll still get you off.” The situation was laughable but still salvageable. If he did the oral honors, maybe she’d return the favor.

“No, Ty.” She sat up and pushed against his chest. “My moment of madness has run its course.” Sliding off the desk, she tugged at her skirt and scooped up her lost panties, throwing them into her purse with a weak laugh. “I don’t know what the hell possessed me. Maybe this whole thing was just some twisted manifestation of mutual aggression?”

“Is that all you think it was?” he drawled. He’d love to believe it too, but now he wasn’t so sure. He’d never experienced anything like this with any woman. Their sparring match had excited the hell out of him. And he was still hard as a post.

“Of course,” she insisted. “What else could it be? We don’t even like each other.”

“True enough.” He didn’t like her, but it was still an effort to zip back into his jeans. “So what now?” he asked. “You change your mind about the deal, too?”

“Why would you jump to that conclusion? Business is business, Ty. It would be stupid to let this get in the way when there’s millions on the line.”

He shook his head. He’d never understand this woman. He thought he had her number before, but now he didn’t know what the hell to make of her. “So you think we can just move on like nothing happened?”

“I certainly can. What almost happened has nothing to do with our arrangement. Do you have a problem with it?” she asked.

“Nope,” he replied, “not if that’s really the way you want to play this.”