Free Bound Temptations: Stories of Temptation and Submission by Shiloh Walker Page B

wanted her to live the
rest of her life missing him. She didn't want to grow old alone.
But nobody had ever reached inside her soul.
    Until now…
    "Second
thoughts?"
    They'd reached Cole's car.
And he was staring at her. Looking over at him, she smiled slowly.
"Not on your life." Toying with the lapel of his coat, she studied
him in the dim, silvery light. It was a strange light, one that
appeared only on snowy winter nights. "Your place?
Mine?"
    "Mine. If that's okay. It's
only four minutes from here, and I'm going to die if I wait much
longer than that," he said flatly.
    Rocki chuckled, but the
laugh ended abruptly as he caught the back of her head and pulled
her against him. His tongue pushed between her lips and she gasped,
caught off guard. The sheer hunger in his kiss had her shaking,
left her head spinning—oh, damn. Oh, oh, damn. This was...this.
Just this. She'd missed this.
    Desperate for more, she
moved closer only to have him pull away. "Damn it, now. We're
leaving now," he growled. He jerked open the door for her and she
stared at him, a little bemused, still dazed from that
kiss.
    "You're making my head
spin." Groaning, she slid into the car. She wanted to wilt back
into the plush leather, but the bad thing about the corset she
wore—there was no wilting. She settled for closing her eyes and
resting her hands on her thighs to keep from reaching for him. She
was afraid if she did that she might end up trying to crawl all
over him in the damn car—with her luck, somebody would see them and
word would get all over. She'd never live it down.
    Even with the snow, Cole
made it in good time, although it took longer than four minutes.
Close to six, she decided. Six long minutes. The entire six
minutes, she was reliving that kiss, the way he'd looked at her,
the way her skin buzzed when he touched her. Her body was all but
vibrating with arousal by the time his car came to a
halt.
    She opened her eyes, but the
soft, golden glow of lights distracted her before she could look
over at him. She did a double-take. "Ah...you live
here?"
    "For the time
being."
    She stared. He lived at the
Centre. It was like...well, hell, the rich lived there. The young
rich, generally. Once upon a time, she'd daydreamed about having
the money to live someplace that nice. But that had been before
reality and life had intruded. Still...
    She
couldn't help but stare as a uniformed doorman came out to open the
door for her. Oooo-kay .
    As he came around to join
her, she slid him a narrow look. ColeStanton was seriously loaded.
Nerves hit her then, hard and fast. His hand came up and touched
her back. "You okay?"
    She swallowed. Wondered if
she should back out of this...
    No -
    "I'm fine."
     
     
     
    Something had made her
nervous. The way her eyes had tightened, gotten darker, the way
she'd nervously glanced at him and Billy as he'd opened the door
for her, all of it. Cole suspected he even knew what it was-some
women just loved the fact that he had money. Some didn't
care.
    Others…well, it made them
uncomfortable. He wasn't going to worry about it now.
    Not now, because it didn't
matter.
    They mattered. Everything
else was small stuff as far as he was concerned.
    He tossed his keys to Billy
without another word. If they lingered too long, she might change
her mind again. Damn it, he'd died of perpetual horniness if that
happened. He didn't think he'd been stuck in this state since high
school.
    It took sixty seconds to get
her inside the elevator—the ride up to his floor would take another
sixty. As the door closed behind them, he came up behind her and
rested his hands on her shoulders, staring at her in the gold
mirrored reflection along the back wall of the small box lifting
them higher and higher. "You ever made love in an
elevator?"
    Rocki stared at him for a
split second and then she started to laugh. "No. Ah...no. Nor do I
intend to."
    "Why not?" He slid his hands
down a little lower, letting his fingers tease the very edge