On the surface, he understood her point. He, too, wanted her to be the self-respecting woman he knew she could be. And would be soon. But she was demeaning what he felt for her… what they could be together. And yet again, he understood.
Still, he ought to be offended that she was turning to him for sex… but he wasn’t. The fact was, Maxie was feeding herself a line of BS. They already were in a relationship. If you defined one by confiding in each other, sharing meals, sharing living space—and once they crossed this next line, they would be sharing a bed. He’d see to it. To him, that was a relationship.
If she wanted to delude herself into thinking they were just having sex, he would let her go on thinking that—hence his use of cold words—until she was ready for more.
There was just one more box he needed to check off in the non-relationship/relationship department, at least in his own mind.
“This sexual relationship has to be exclusive. That’s nonnegotiable.”
She nodded. “Of course.”
He held back a grin. She didn’t know what to make of his responses, and that was good. She was off-balance. Unable to think too clearly. She’d come here wanting to take that next step, but their conversation hadn’t left her in seductress mode.
Fine with him. He had no problem taking over.
Chapter Seven
Lucas’ wolfish expression was enough to cause a near-orgasm, his grin and the yearning in his gaze were that potent. Everything about the man was sexy, from his smile to the tattooed, muscled forearm peeking out from his tee shirt to how good he smelled.
She wanted nothing more than to be in his arms, but her head spun from their conversation about sex. She’d intended to approach him and hopefully seduce him again. She hadn’t expected such a frank talk, nor had she anticipated somehow hurting his feelings when she expressed her desires.
“Maxie?” he asked.
She blinked at the sound of his voice. And yeah, that, too, was hot. “Yes?”
“Quit worrying so much,” he ordered. “And come here.”
“I’m that obvious, hmm?”
He nodded, that grin widening. “But it’s cute.”
She blushed at the description. “I’m not sure that’s the word I was aiming for.”
He crooked a finger at her. “Get over here and let’s seal our deal.”
Now that she could do. “With pleasure.”
She stepped closer, not realizing her arms were folded over her chest until he grasped her elbows and pulled her against him, his lips coming down hard on hers.
She gasped and wound her arms around his neck, her legs wrapping around his waist. With a groan, he spun her around and backed her against the desk, his groin hard and thick against her sex. She wriggled against him, attempting to get even closer, letting the waves of desire wash over her as his cock hit just the right spot.
“Lucas,” she murmured, the sensations rolling through her.
“I’ve got you,” he said, setting her down on top of the cool desktop. He stepped between her thighs. Meeting her gaze, he cupped her face in his hand. “You want sex?” he asked.
She couldn’t let him go on thinking that’s all there was between them, but she couldn’t get involved any deeper. “I want you.”
“I want you too, beautiful.” He stood her up and undid her skirt, sliding it to the floor.
“There are people in the office,” she squeaked.
“And I locked the door from the inside.”
Privacy was all she needed. When he hooked a hand in her panties and drew them down her legs, she shifted her hips to help him, then kicked the skirt and panties to the side, struggling as they caught in the heel of her shoe.
He stepped back and looked her over, his dark, heated gaze devouring her from head to toe. “So damned sexy,” he muttered.
Beneath his heady gaze, she felt sexy. And wanted.
Without warning, he spun her around. “Hands on the desk.”
At his gruff tone, she grew wetter between her thighs. She did as he asked, bracing her hands against the cool surface.
From behind her, she heard the sounds of him undoing his zipper. She looked over her shoulder as he dropped his pants and boxer briefs to the floor, kicking them off.
Then he was behind her, hands on her upper back, leaning her over the desktop. Her breasts pressed against the aluminum, a surprisingly arousing sensation of cool metal against her silk-covered nipples.
He cupped one ass cheek in his big hand and squeezed so hard she might have his fingerprints there the next day. But not only did his touch feel good, tomorrow she’d be reminded of this moment and of Lucas. She purred at the thought.
“I dreamed about this,” he said as he slid one hand between her thighs and captured her slickness in his fingertips, spreading the moisture over her sex. “You, bent over my desk, me taking you from behind.”
The next sound she heard was the crinkling of a condom package. He stepped back and soon returned, nudging the head of his cock inside her. She gasped at the initial breach, sighed at the pulsing sensation of him gliding home, hitting deeper than he had the last time.
“Oh God.” She cried out, and he cupped his hand over her mouth.
“Do you want the whole office banging down the door to see what’s going on?”
She shook her head hard. I’ll be quiet, she thought, but couldn’t say the words out loud. Instead she licked at his hand, nipping at his salty flesh.
He groaned and pulled out. She felt the loss for a split second too long before he tunneled back into her again. Her fingers clawed at the desk as he began to take her at a steady pace. One that, with each thrust, brought her body higher, had her soaring beyond anything she’d experienced in her life.