Free What a Girl Wants by Selena Robins

like a woman possessed.
    Jesus, Mary, Joseph and the donkey. Where did she learn how to kiss like that ?
    Snippets of last night’s conversation flooded his mind. He remembered her plan for him.
    Sexual boot camp?
    Sex tutor?
    Like hell. She didn’t need a coach.
    Determined to do the right thing now, he reached for his last shred of self-control, even as she continued to drive him insane with her touches.
    He sat tall, took her by the shoulders and moved her gently away from him ¾ all the while beaming an order down south, where it had hardened even more at the thought of exploring the sex goddess he held in his arms, to soften the hell up.
    “Maddie.” He blew out a breath and tried to steady his voice. “You…you’ve got me so worked up…more…than I imagined ¾ ”
    “That’s a good thing,” she answered. “Let’s go into the bedroom ¾ ”
    “But…” He swallowed past a lump the size of a golf ball in his throat and retreated to the far side of the couch. “God knows,” he dragged his hands down his face, “I’m attracted to you. But I have to do the right thing ¾ ”
    “Believe me, you did everything right.”
    Beep. Beep.
    He fished his Blackberry out of his pocket. His eyes never left hers as he jabbed at it with his thumb and steadied his voice. “Donovan.”
    “What the hell do you think you’re doing with my niece down there?” George Saunders asked in a Dog Day Afternoon tone.

Chapter Six
    “In this game called life, there is a saying: sometimes you’re the bug
    and sometimes you’re the windshield.”
    —Alex Donovan
     
    “Donovan, answer me, damn you.”
    “George?” Alex rose in one fluid motion and paced the length of the suite. “Where are you calling from?”
    “New York, where else? You’re supposed to be looking after Maddie, not seducing her on a dance floor.”
    Alex lowered his voice. “How did you ¾ ” He paused and thought about the man in the bar, the same one he had spotted in the lobby. “Are you having us followed?”
    To his dismay, Maddie planted herself in his path. Her scent still lingered on his shirt, and the memory of her soft breast cupped in the palm of his hand made it difficult to put a coherent sentence together.
    “Is that my uncle?”
    Alex nodded.
    Jesus. He never should have agreed to this damn assignment.
    She wrestled the Blackberry from his hands. “Uncle George, are you taking your blood pressure meds out for a test drive? Relax and don’t worry. We’ll ace this project. Now, go to bed. Luv ya.” She shut the Blackberry and tossed it on the sofa. “There, was that hard?”
    He stared at her in irritation. “Real smooth. And rude. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll call him back from my room.”
    “Call him tomorrow.” She barred his escape and pressed her back to the door. “He needs to chill out tonight.” Her seductive gaze rested on his mouth, and her slim fingers stroked the back of his neck, causing his heart to pound in his ears. “Aren’t you going to finish what we started?”
    She had no idea how fuckin’ sexy her voice sounded. Gritting his teeth, he attempted to block out the sensation of her touch. Her eyes shone a brilliant green, like leaves in a lush garden.
    Lush garden? Son-of-a-bitch, Donovan, now you’re sounding like a horny dorky poet.
    He tore his eyes away from her slender neck—where a few moments ago he’d nibbled on her delicious skin—glanced at his watch and forced a calmness he didn’t feel into his voice. “We’re both tired, and I’m going to call George tonight.”
    “Tired?” Color flared on her cheeks. “We both want to head into the bedroom and you know it. Right?”
    “The safest answer is…no.”
    Raw hurt flashed in her expression. “Are you going to tell me you don’t feel the chemistry between us?”
    Sighing, he folded her into the circle of his arms. “I get intimate with women who play by the same rules as I do.” He gave her a light kiss on her forehead and