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In a daze, I watched Cross's body lower to mine, my legs sliding apart to accommodate the width of his hips. My muscles strained with the urge to lift toward him, to hasten the contact between us that I'd been craving since I first laid eyes on him. Lowering his head, he took my mouth again, bruising my lips with a fine edge of violence.

Abruptly, he yanked himself away, stumbling to his feet.

I lay there gasping and wet, so willing and ready. Then I realized why he'd reacted so fiercely.

Someone was behind him.

Chapter 4

Mortified by the sudden intrusion into our privacy, I scrambled up and back into the armrest, yanking down my skirt.

”...two o'clock appointment is here.”

It took an endless moment to realize Cross and I were still alone in the room, that the voice I'd heard had come through a speaker. Cross stood at the far end of the sofa, flushed and scowling, his chest heaving. His tie was loosened and the fly of his slacks strained against a very impressive erection.

I had a nightmare vision in my head of what I must look like. And I was late getting back to work.

”Christ.” He shoved both hands through his hair. ”It's the middle of the f**king day. In my G.o.dd.a.m.n f**king office!”

I got to my feet and tried to straighten my appearance.

”Here.” He came to me, yanking my skirt up again.

Furious at what I'd almost let happen when I should be at work, I smacked at his hands. ”Stop it. Leave me alone.”

”Shut up, Eva,” he said grimly, catching the hem of my black silk blouse and tugging it into place, adjusting it so that the b.u.t.tons once again formed a straight row between my br**sts. Then he pulled down my skirt, smoothing it with calm, expert hands. ”Fix your ponytail.”

Cross retrieved his coat, shrugging into it before adjusting his tie. We reached the door at the same time and when I crouched to fetch my purse, he lowered with me.

He caught my chin, forcing me to look at him. ”Hey,” he said softly. ”You okay?”

My throat burned. I was aroused and mad and thoroughly embarra.s.sed. I'd never in my life lost my mind like that. And I hated that I'd done so with him, a man whose approach to s.e.xual intimacy was so clinical it depressed me just thinking about it.

I jerked my chin away. ”Do I look okay?”

”You look beautiful and f**kable. I want you so badly it hurts. I'm dangerously close to taking you back to the couch and making you come 'til you beg me to stop.”

”Can't accuse you of being silver-tongued,” I muttered, aware that I wasn't offended. In fact, the rawness of his hunger for me was a serious aphrodisiac. Clutching the strap of my purse, I stood on shaky legs. I needed to get away from him. And, when my workday was done, I needed to be alone with a big gla.s.s of wine.

Cross stood with me. ”I'll be done by five. I'll come get you then.”

”No, you won't. This doesn't change anything.”

”The h.e.l.l it doesn't.”

”Don't be arrogant, Cross. I lost my head for a second, but I still don't want what you want.”

His fingers curled around the door handle. ”Yes, you do. You just don't want it the way I want to give it to you. So, we'll revisit and revise.”