The Tycoon's Desire. Anna DePalo
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and disappeared from view at the top of his towel.
When her gaze connected with his again, she felt herself flush. But whether it was from embarrassment at being caught in her curiosity, or from his hot look at her nearly topless state, or both, she wasn’t sure.
She’d involuntarily hugged the shirt to her breast in a protective gesture and marched past him, slamming her bedroom door shut behind her without turning around.
By Friday night, when Connor had picked her up at work and brought her back to the townhouse, the tension between them was so thick, she felt like a boiling pot with a shaking lid.
After changing out of her business suit and into some jeans and a fitted top, she headed downstairs to fix something simple for dinner and then curl up on the couch to go through some files she’d brought home with her from the office.
Unfortunately, Connor was downstairs in the front hall when she got there. He was loosening his tie and obviously headed upstairs to change out of the business suit he still wore. Somehow he managed to look rough around the edges even in conservative business attire.
He stopped when he saw her and his gaze raked over her, settling on the files she was holding. “What? No plans on a Friday night?”
She stiffened and her chin came up. “I have work to do.” Then she added, even though she knew it was ridiculous to feel defensive, “Otherwise I’d have had plans.”
“Since when does work mean giving up Friday nights?”
“Sometimes it does.” She shrugged. “Besides, I’m not in the mood to head out tonight.” That was partly true. She also wasn’t involved with anyone at the moment.
Normally, she’d be heading out anyway, but—and she’d rather eat chalk than admit this to Connor—the truth was that the death threats had nibbled at her self-confidence. So, spending Friday night cocooned at home—even with someone as annoying as Connor—was more appealing than hitting the social scene.
He arched a brow. “Maybe you’d feel differently about staying home if the guys you dated were more interesting.”
Her chin came up. “Back off, Rafferty.” As if he knew much more about her love life these days than what could be gleaned from the occasional mention about her in the society pages. She set her files down on the console table in the entry hall, where she could find them later.
He looked displeased. “You know what your problem is, petunia?”
She affected a bored tone. “I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”
“Damn straight, I’m going to tell you. Your problem is you can’t deal with a guy who has a brain in his head.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’ve watched you, princess. I’ve seen all the Tom, Dick, and Harrys that have gone trooping in and out of your life.”
She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I’ve never dated a Tom, a Dick—that’s with a capital D—or a Harry.”
Connor’s lips twisted. “Of course, I knew I didn’t have a chance unless I surgically removed a large segment of my brain.”
She wrinkled her nose. “That’s a lovely image. Anyway, it’s not true. The guys I date are not dumb.”
“What about the guy who accidentally bonded his fingers together with glue?”
She sighed impatiently. “Why does everyone bring up Lenny? That was high school and I still can’t live that one down.”
“In your book, the guys have to look and talk tough but be as thick as a plank,” Connor persisted. “Your problem is you’ve never dated a real man.”
“Like you, you mean?”
He smiled slowly, wolfishly. “I haven’t heard any complaints.”
“You wouldn’t. That criticism-proof room your ego dwells in doesn’t let you hear any.”
His eyes narrowed. “Maybe there aren’t any to be heard. I didn’t hear any complaints from you about our kiss. In fact, you seemed to enjoy it.”
She flushed. “I’ve had better.”
His lips curved into a humorless smile, his jaw hardening. He moved closer. “Really?” he asked, his voice low and silky.
She lifted her chin up another notch. “Yes, really. And, for the record: I didn’t enjoy that kiss.”
“Hmm.” He reached out and clasped her arms with his hands, drawing her closer, his hands moving up and down in a slow caress. “Are you sure?” he murmured.
“Quite.”
“Because I could have sworn you were enjoying it.”
“Then you were wrong.” Was that breathy voice hers?
His gaze dropped to her mouth and he murmured, “Then I must have been imagining those soft lips moving underneath mine.”
He thought her lips were soft?
He bent his head and drew in a breath, turning his head to whisper in her ear, “And dreaming that subtle scent of pure woman.”
Her body heated.
He drew her flush up against him, his head bending to nuzzle her neck. “I must have fantasized that soft body pressed up against me…”
She should be stepping back—reminding him of the promise she’d extracted about no more kissing—but his low voice and the soothing caress of his hands were having an odd effect on her.
“Admit it,” he said softly against her temple. “You liked the kiss.” His hands continued to stroke her, coax her.
It was hard to issue a denial…and hard to remember why it was so important that she do so. His hands moved up to knead her shoulder blades and her eyes nearly closed.
She could feel the magnetism practically radiating from him. He lifted his head and his gaze connected with hers. His eyes shone with a golden-brownish hue in this light. She felt prickles of awareness all over her skin, her nipples tight beneath the concealing fabric of her bra.
“You find me irresistible, don’t you, petunia?” he said in a low, seductive voice. “I’m an arrogant, heavy-handed monster, but you like it.”
Yes. She should say it out loud and put an end to this. She focused on his mouth. If she said yes, he’d probably kiss her again. She bent toward him—
—and he stepped back, his arms dropping to his sides and the twin flames disappearing from his eyes. “Lucky for us then that I can resist you.”
It took her a second, but comprehension finally hit and, with it, a cold fury.
He’d been toying with her! Of all the arrogant, smug…
She was tempted to rear back and punch him. He found her very resistible, did he? He’d enjoyed their kiss just as much as she had, the stinker.
And with that thought, she knew how to wipe the smug smile from his lips. She grasped his lapels and yanked him down to her.
In the instant before her eyes closed, she noted the surprise in his eyes followed by—and she knew she wasn’t wrong—male interest.
Chapter Four
Her response caught him off guard.
But he’d be damned if he didn’t take advantage of the opportunity she’d handed him.
Sure, he’d been trying to rile her. Sure, her refusal to admit their first kiss had affected her had challenged him to prove her wrong. But, the tension that had been building between them all week could almost be cut with the proverbial knife.
So, when one of her hands moved to grasp