it? It’s what we want. What we both want. Unless you only believe in one-night stands?”
“Of course not!”
“Then maybe you’re a chicken.”
Her eyes flashed. “I’m never a chicken!”
“No?” Dominic challenged softly. “Then prove it.”
For a long moment she didn’t move. Then something changed. A gleam came into her eyes, a gleam he remembered once before. The corners of her mouth turned up in a smile that set his heart to pounding. And quite deliberately Sierra reached out and snagged his tie from where he’d tossed it on the chair.
She ran it through her fingers as she stepped forward to meet him. And his heart slammed against his chest as she whispered, “How nice of you to remember I had a use for this.”
They should have gone to his place.
They wouldn’t have to smash together on her hard narrow futon. At Dominic’s they could no doubt wallow in sybaritic luxury in Dominic’s bed.
But she hadn’t been able to do it. Not then.
So she consoled herself that even if they had they wouldn’t have noticed.
Once it was clear that neither of them had got the other out of their system during that one night in a Kansas motel—it didn’t matter where they were.
The awareness, the attraction, the chemistry—everything!—between them simply sizzled!
Something about Dominic brought out parts of Sierra she’d never even guessed were there. Something about his power made her want to challenge him. Something about his starchy conservative demeanor she wanted to muss. And his control—his iron-clad control!—she just couldn’t rest until she made it snap.
And she’d made it snap!
She’d moved in on him like a tigress stalking her prey. Circling, smiling, watching him from beneath lowered lids, Sierra had moved closer, turned, stepped and backed him into the futon. Then she’d looped the tie around his nape and slid it back and forth. Silk and skin. Hot damp skin.
She saw him take a quick sharp breath.
She smiled. She gave the tie a tug and drew him toward her, so close she could almost feel his heart pounding against his chest, so close the heat of her breath ruffled the hair that curled there. She touched one flat male nipple with her tongue.
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