Free Embraced by Lora Leigh Page B

many ways he wanted to learn everything possible about this
intriguing woman.
    “Bored?” he asked curiously.
    She glanced up, her gaze a bit distant as
it met his.
    “No.” She shook her head. “I have company.”
    She lifted the edge of the magazine before
returning her attention to the article she was reading. It wasn’t fluff. The
news magazine was one of his favorites actually.
    He shifted in his chair, attempting to ease
the uncomfortable weight of his throbbing erection.
    “Do you need to run by your house before we
head back to mine?” he asked her then. “Pick anything up?”
    She glanced up again. “No. I should have
enough for a few days.”
    Her attention went back to the magazine. It
made him crazy. Made him horny. She was as calm and relaxed as a summer’s day,
and just as damned hot. He knew how hot she could get, how wet and sweet.
    “How long has it been since you’ve had a
lover?” he asked her then, shifting to relieve the discomfort of his hard-on.
    He watched her tense before she looked back
at him, narrow-eyed and suspicious, but hot.
    She glanced at her watch mockingly.
    “Eight hours maybe?” She went back to the
magazine.
    Sax observed her for long moments. She
looked cool as hell, but he could see the altered breathing, the heavy rise and
fall of her breasts. She was aroused. Just that fast. Her nipples were pressing
tight against her shirt, her face flushed just enough to testify to her heat.
    “Before that,” he bit out between clenched
teeth, waiting, his erection throbbing in agony.
    She flipped the magazine closed and turned
to him defensively, her gray eyes sparkling in defiance.
    “Exactly what do you want to know, Sax?”
she asked him. “And why all the questions?”
    God he loved it when her eyes went hot like
that. Anger and passion and complete female stubbornness mixed with arousal. It
was invigorating, energizing. It was making him so fucking horny he couldn’t
breathe.
    “Does everything have to be a test?” he
growled back, coming out of his chair and stalking across the room. “Maybe
there are just things I want to know about you.”
    “You should pretty much know everything by
now,” she shot back, staring up at him as he towered over her. She didn’t jump
to her feet to even out the distance or to assert her own control. She kept her
seat, though she leaned back against the couch to keep the arch of her neck at
a more comfortable angle. “It’s not as though we’ve just met.”
    “And the more I think about it, the less I
know,” he told her, frustration rising within him.
    “And how many lovers I may or may not have
had is important?” She arched her brow mockingly. “Fine, Sax, until you,
there’s been no one since my divorce. Before my marriage there were two. I’m
sexually inexperienced but not stupid. Anything else?”
    “What the hell do you do all day besides
flip through magazines and edit romances?” His cock was steel-hard and driving
him crazy with the need to fuck.
    She smiled slowly, her eyelids drifting
lower, giving her a mysterious, sensual look.
    “Play with my favorite toys and fantasize
about you,” she drawled. “What do you do when you’re home alone?”
    The little liar. He could see the devilry
in her gaze, the deliberate teasing in the way her tongue stroked slowly over
her full, lower lip.
    “Jack off and imagine your ass burning
red,” he snarled, reaching down and pulling her to her feet. “I won’t let you
hide from me forever, Marey.”
    “But I’m not hiding anymore, Sax,” she
reminded him, her hands moving up his chest, over his shoulders. “I’m right
here where you can see me.”
    God, she was a temptation. A sweet,
beautiful little keg of dynamite standing placidly in his arms. For now.
    She shifted against him then, her lower
stomach pressing against the hard ridge of his cock as a light flush of arousal
stained her cheeks.
    “Are you finished working?”
    His fingers burrowed in the soft weight