Sensual Confessions - Brenda Jackson [23]
But she knew Blade was not a fool. If she appeared too eager, then he would know she was up to something. So she would take her time, play the part of the reluctant but horny woman, and let him work hard for her. Eventually, he would assume that he was getting close to breaking down her resolve. She, of course, would let him think that. She would tease him mercilessly, even give him a little sample of what he thought he would be getting. She would enjoy building him up, just to break him down. She would be the one to teach him the lesson he sorely deserved to learn.
Blade Madaris had finally met his match.
Blade wondered what Sam was thinking, since he knew for certain that something was going on in that pretty little head of hers.
As far as he was concerned, a one-night stand—as long as it was an all-nighter—was just what he needed to get her out of his system. He was convinced that she was feeling the same sexual tension that was gripping him all the way to his toes. She was trying to be cool, calm and collected. Other women had tried that same tactic, fearful of letting him know the depths of their desire. He hoped that wouldn’t be the case with Sam, because he wanted to know. He needed to know.
It was killing him to find out.
“Come to my hotel room with me,” he said, deciding not to beat around the bush. He had made a pit stop for one reason and one reason only. He knew it and she knew it, as well. They were adults. There was no reason to be coy or deny what just wouldn’t go away.
Her chuckle was like a kick in his groin. “Don’t hold your breath, cowboy.”
He winced, disappointed. She was still denying those needs, still being coy. This wasn’t going to be as easy as he had hoped.
“May I ask you something, Blade?”
Can we go ahead and get naked? was the question he hoped she would ask. “Yes, you can ask me anything,” he replied.
She placed her hands on the desk and held his gaze. “What part of what I said the other night at the restaurant didn’t you understand? I thought I was very clear when I said you don’t interest me.”
A smile touched his lips. “And I thought I was just as clear, Sam, when I said that you were sending mixed signals.”
She narrowed her eyes. “If that’s the case then I need to immediately make a correction.”
He slowly crossed the room toward her desk. “Don’t bother.”
When he got to her desk he walked around it and sat on the edge, facing her. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was surprised by his boldness.
“Why are you playing hard to get, Sam, when you know you want me? One night is all I’m asking for, and I’ll have you climaxing in your sleep for the rest of the week. The memories will be just that strong and powerful.”
She arched an eyebrow. “You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Yes, especially since I haven’t had any complaints, just requests for repeat performances.”
He saw the smile that touched the corners of her lips. He was not in the mood to humor her. He wanted to make love to her. Get her naked and get inside of her and stay there until he’d gotten his fill. Was one night too much to ask for?
He held her gaze and felt the air surrounding them thicken with the same intensity of his erection, and was glad that he was sitting down. But he knew she was very aware of his aroused state.
“Have you ever considered the fact that I might be a different breed of woman than what you are used to?”
Yes, he had considered it, and he believed that was one of the reasons he was so hot for her. “That thought has crossed my mind once or twice,” he replied smoothly.
“And that doesn’t bother you?”
He thought her question was odd. “No. Why would it bother me? I’m a flexible guy. I can roll with the flow.”
“Even if it takes you on some very wild fantasies?”
He lifted his brow at the same time he felt his erection twitch in his trousers. Whether she knew it or not, she was trespassing