She was too embarrassed over public displays to chase him down and slap him in the middle of the restaurant, but he had a feeling she wasn’t through. The look of utter disbelief in her eyes as he stood up had convinced him of that.
He opened the suite door, noting the place was dark except for a dim lamp glowing in the corner of the room. He decided not to flick the switch.
He headed over to the wet-bar and poured himself a glass of wine, the smooth taste of chardonnay easing down his throat.
When he turned around, his heartbeat skipped before starting again, only to go immediately into overdrive.
Sierra was walking from her room, looking toward the floor, wearing only a small silk nightie with a matching robe loosely tied around her slender waist. Her hair was damp, telling him she’d just gotten out of the bath. Her scent was drifting toward him, a combination of vanilla and spice, the same smell that had been haunting him all week.
The soft looking satin was caressing her thighs about halfway between her knees and her core, perfectly modest, and yet unbelievably sexy at the same time. He had an instant need to slide his hands up her smooth legs, see if she wore anything beneath the shimmering satin.
Damien slowly set his drink down. He could only be pushed so much in one night before he broke. He’d reached that breaking point.
The sound of his drink clinking on the glass table alerted Sierra to his presence in the room. She looked up; her expression fearful for a moment until she noticed it was him, then she relaxed before once again tensing.
“I wasn’t expecting you back for hours,” she said as she stood by silently.
“You and I had unfinished business I needed to get back for,” he said, immediately going into hunting mode. He had her in his sites and this time he wasn’t letting her escape.
“Uh… I’m actually really tired, now. I…uh, think it would be better if we finished our talk in the morning. There’s really no hurry,” she slowly said as her eyes shifted to his steadily moving feet.
“No. You told me earlier how important it was to have this discussion, so let’s…talk,” he uttered, his voice calm, quiet, and predatory.
His eyes roved her sleek curves. Her br**sts were obviously braless, softly swaying underneath the delicate satin of her gown, her legs defined, toned and incredibly appealing as the gown slid against them.
She was a walking vision, freshly bathed with nothing altering her appearance. No make-up covered her natural beauty; no bands pulled her thick mane of dark hair back in a severe bun. She looked innocent, appealing and ready for him to take her.
“Look, I understand your hesitancy in letting me leave. You hired me for a job. I agreed to do it. I just don’t get the job, as I’ve done nothing so far. I think we can work this out like reasonable, mature adults. I can go to the States for a few days, and then begin work. No harm done,” she said hopefully as she continued to retreat.
She was speaking quickly, obviously becoming more nervous with each calculated move he made in her direction.
His excitement grew. He’d never force a woman to have sex with him – there was no need for that. If she was fearful or disgusted by his advances, he’d easily walk away – but no, that wasn’t what she was expressing at all.
Each step he took closer to her, caused her breath to hitch, her eyes to widen. Her body was just as on fire as his, her gown hiding nothing from his view. He saw the way her ni**les beaded underneath the revealing fabric. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He lifted his hands as he slowly and carefully began undoing his tie, his eyes never leaving hers. He deliberately ran the expensive silk through his fingers as he undid the knot, then left the ends hanging down the front of his shirt.
Her eyes moved from his to the base of his throat where his fingers were starting to undo the buttons of his shirt, deliberately, one by one. He watched as she swallowed, her lips then parting as her breaths began coming out in shallow pants.
“I’m sorry I’ve neglected you this week, Sierra. I’ll make sure to not do that again. From this second on, I’ll give you plenty of…work… to do,” he crooned, his lips turning up in a satisfied grin. Oh yes, he could think of many, many ways Sierra could work on him.
He was starting to forget all about revenge as he began focusing solely on pleasure. Before he had a chance to worry about that thought, Sierra spoke again.
“That’s really great. We’ll definitely come up with a game plan tomorrow. Night, Damien,” she whispered as she reached her room. She pushed her hand against the door, trying to shut it in his face. He slid his foot out, stopping it from closing.
“We aren’t done speaking, Sierra, not by a long shot,” he said as he easily pushed the door back open, steadily hunting her as she looked around the room for an escape route.
“I’m really tired, Damien,” she said as she covered her mouth and imitated an impressively fake yawn.
“You don’t look tired, Sierra. You look hungry, in need, wanting…” he countered as he reached his last button. “I can help with all of that.”
She stopped at his words, her chest heaving as he seduced her with nothing more than a few sentences. He stepped up to her, his shirt falling to the ground before he reached out his arms and placed both hands on either side of the small indent of her waist.
She craned her neck back, her wide eyes meeting his desire filled depths. He was holding back by not immediately capturing her lips. He knew he could make her submit with nothing more than one kiss, but he wanted her to ask.
He needed her to quiver with desire for him, beg him to take her. He had to have her – but he had to have her shaking with need.
“What do you want, Sierra? What do you need?”
He pulled against her body, bringing her soft curves into contact with his heated skin. A soft moan escaped his throat at the pleasure of feeling her pressed up against him for the first time.
She was about ten inches shorter than him, her br**sts rubbing against the lower part of his chest, her hot core just out of reach.
He moved his hands lower, slid them over the slick satin of her gown, his fingers skimming the round curve of her butt, as he pulled her even more tightly against him.
Sierra’s breathing quickened while in his arms, but she didn’t say anything, her head falling forward so he could no longer see her eyes. She didn’t try to pull away, but she hadn’t reached for him yet.