That made him smile, a purely predatory expression that held no comfort for her feminine concerns. "I assure you there will be nothing cold about it."
"Now, you see, I have a hard time understanding how you're going to…" Her brain short-circuited as his hand moved from the back of the couch to her shoulder.
He brushed her collarbone with his thumb. "Yes?"
"Yes?"
His lips hovered above hers. "You were saying?"
"I was saying…" She desperately grasped for reality. "You…I…"
"You…I…what?" he taunted, his voice laced with laughing, masculine triumph.
His amusement sparked her pride and her memory and she pressed her head back into the couch, away from his descending mouth. "I still don't see how you expect to convince me of your passion when you are touching me with the intent of convincing me. It's no different than offering a potential client an enhanced guarantee."
The words sounded positively brilliant to her befuddled brain, especially when she considered how many she'd managed to string together.
He looked less than impressed however with her argument. "I can promise you that I do not see you as a client."
She wasn't so sure about that. Now that she'd verbalized the thought, it had taken surprisingly strong root in her mind.
He moved infinitesimally closer. "I want you. Once I have had you, the truth of my desire will be impossible for you to ignore,pethi mou ."
"You're so darn sure of yourself." She crossed her arm over her small chest and did something totally out of character. She pouted, her lip protruding…the whole bit. And it felt good.
He smiled as if he found her reaction charming and brushed his fingertip down her arm to where it crossed with the other, and then traced the one closest to her body so the back of his fingers made contact with skin bared by her low neckline.
Heat and pleasure rolled over her in a tidal wave of sensation and she gasped.
He stopped with his fingertip in dangerous proximity to her breast. "It is the fact that I am so sure of you that really bothers you, I think."
He was right, darn him. Only she had no time to dwell on that fact because his mouth finished its descent and locked to hers with rock-solid possession. This was no tentative kiss, no prelude to seduction, but the thing itself. In living, glorious color that had starbursts going off in her and her brain going into a meltdown.
And she went under just as he'd predicted she would. Without a whimper of protest. Without so much as a token attempt to push him away. And she couldn't even claim it was because her hands were trapped between them because he immediately uncrossed her arms for her so that he could get closer with his big, hard body.
She might have been embarrassed if she wasn't enjoying the kiss so much. But nothing had ever felt so right. Well, nothing except his kisses. It had been this way since the very first one. She'd acknowledged then what she knew now. She belonged here, in his arms. Whether he felt a corresponding need, she did not know, but she craved his touch.
Did he sense it? Was that why he was so sure of himself? Of course he did…he was too world savvy not to. But none of that explained why he wanted to marry her .
Even those thoughts splintered as his tongue demanded and received entrance into her mouth. His taste intoxicated her and she let him pull her firmly into his body, reveling in the electric charge of contact when her breasts pressed against his chest.
She pulled at his shirt and then scrabbled for buttons, hungry for the feel of his hot skin. They came undone despite the clumsiness of her fumbling fingers and she luxuriated in the silky dark curls that swirled over his chest. He was such a masculine man…everything about him screaming prime specimen of the male of their species.
His muscles were granite hard against her exploring fingertips. His sheer size both intimidated and aroused her feminine sensuality.
He made a growling sound in his throat and dragged her into his lap. Planned or not, his desire for her pulsed between them as he had promised it would. She could not deny the harsh reality of his erection pressed against her thigh or the way the hands holding her trembled against her own flesh shimmering with sensation.