Free Stolen Rapture by Denyse Bridger Page B

Roman statue, and he had more money than god…yeah, women loved him. For all kinds of reasons. A shadow whispered across his soul, an almost tangible harbinger of foreboding that made his teeth grind. Cord didn't like the vulnerability of fear, and he hated it even more when it was born in jealousy. Deluna hadn't even met Rahve and he was already worrying about her reaction to his boss.
    "If you don't intend to leave the parking garage, we might as well go back to the office."
    There was an unmistakable snarl in the tone, and Rahve's voice snapped him back to reality as sharply as a gunshot. Cord flipped him off and headed for his car, anger going up another notch when the sports car roared out of the garage ahead of him.
    Less than a half hour later, they were in the small parking lot behind the theatre and studio where Deluna worked. Rahve was standing next to his car, looking the place over. They had taken fewer than a dozen steps toward the entrance when Rahve's phone shrilled from his pocket. He opened it and listened, his scowl deepening with each second that passed. Cord waited, wondering if they'd be heading back to the office.
    "I have to handle something," Rahve said, snapping his phone shut. "Will have to meet your girl another time."
    "Do you need me to—"
    Rahve shook his head. "Not necessary. Enjoy your evening, Cord."
    * * *
    Deluna looked up from the contact sheets she was examining when she sensed someone in the doorway of her office. "I thought you weren't coming tonight." She straightened, and her smile was something she couldn't control had she wanted to. Cord took her breath away every time she saw him. Tonight, dressed in casual jeans and leather jacket, his raw sensuality hit her like a physical blow.
    He leaned against the doorframe and she dropped the pages, letting them flutter to rest with the other piles on her desk. "Are you alone?"
    "Were you expecting someone else?"
    She arched an eyebrow and shook her head. "You did say earlier if we were going to have dinner you'd be here an hour ago, and that you might be bringing your boss."
    "Rahve was called away just after we got here. Guess you'll have to settle for me."
    "I think I can live with that," she replied.
    "You sure?"
    She looked closer at him, sensing something dangerous in his mood. He was angry and edgy, but there was more to it than that. His entire body screamed predator as he lounged in illusory ease, his odd eyes traveling over her in blatant appraisal.
    "What if I told you I wanted to fuck you right now, how would that make you feel?"
    She sucked in a gasp of air, swallowed it before he could hear it, she hoped. The intense fire in his gaze took any teasing from the statement and she squirmed a little at the rush of heat that flared inside her and created wet warmth between her legs. Her nipples tightened, and her breasts felt heavy. Her skin suddenly seemed stretched too tightly over her flesh.
    "I…I'm not sure…"
    His eyes seared into her, and he smiled. "I'm thinking you'd like it. A lot. I can hear your heartbeat from here, and your pussy is wet already, isn't it, baby?
    His voice was a caress rumbling sensuality as his words brushed over her sensitized skin like an actual touch.
    "Answer me!" He snapped the demand softly, but it struck like a whip and she shivered.
    "Yes."
    His eyebrow arched. Her eyes widened and she realized he wanted more than her affirmation as an answer.
    "Yes what?"
    "Go to hell!" she said.
    His smile was smug, but he didn't move or say another word.
    "I want you to leave now," Deluna said. She winced inwardly at the breathless quiver that was her voice.
    He shook his head. "Honesty. Let's have some, or we'll never get past this room. Tell me what you really want right now?" He took a step into the office and closed the door, twisting the lock as he did. They were the only ones in the small studio/theatre, but he obviously didn't want to chance any unexpected interruptions.
    "I want you to go, Cord."