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precariousness of her position, his hand cupped the back of her skull in a steady, yet gentle grip.
    Too soon, she realized she hadn’t even tried to resist him. Too soon, she realized her body had communicated what her mind wanted to keep hidden. Weak with excitement, desire and worry that he’d stop before he’d begun, she could only hang suspended, awaiting his next move.
    “Tell me you don’t want this,” he breathed against the sensitive shell of her ear. Hot breath soughed over her jaw, her cheek, her mouth, and she felt her body go taut with need. The fact that she didn’t fight him seemed to intensify the heat climbing between them, inflaming him. “Tell me,” he demanded as drugged anticipation tipped her head back beneath his.
    The memories of their shared past, of the agonizing tide of frustrated arousal and longing, consumed her in a torrent of desire, and she no longer cared about the reasons she should push him away. She couldn’t think beyond now, this moment, and the feel of Ethan’s hot mouth capturing hers.
    His kiss began softly, drugging her senses before it transformed to a greedy, voracious sort of worship. His hot tongue delved deep inside, confident and sure, and she trembled in pleasure, her soft whimper lost beneath his questing lips.
    They’d discovered kissing together, learned the nuances of mouths and tongue and arousal, and her body remembered every lesson he’d ever taught her. His lips softened as he toyed with hers, nipping at her mouth with a playful pinch of his teeth before, impatient, he resumed his aggressive exploration.
    His hand pressed down between her back and the leather chair, sliding low around her ribs and then hauling her out of the seat and up against him. She arched into his heat, moaningas he tugged her closer, grinding the hard ridge of his arousal against her belly. Squirming, she lifted to her tiptoes to enhance their fit, and he leaned back, dragging her forward and up until their groins aligned.
    Pleasure raged, building to an almost terrifying intensity as passion roared between them. Blind to everything but this moment, Cate met him kiss for kiss, touch for touch, her fingers clinging for purchase against the tight swell of his shoulders.
    But when his hand shifted to her breast, his palm grazing its sensitive tip, she lurched sideways with a shuddering gasp. It was too much, too soon, and her loss of control frightened her beyond anything she could have anticipated. Disoriented and stunned, Cate fell forward against the desk, pressing her palms against the glossy surface. She struggled for balance while the room spun and her legs quavered. Wracking, shuddering pulls of breath fractured the air within her lungs while inner tumult and the annihilating pleasure of his kiss robbed her of any coherent protest.
    “Cate.” His voice sounded smooth. Controlled. As if he hadn’t just eviscerated her will with one searing kiss.
    She looked up to find he’d collected her coat.
    He held the cream wool aloft, one black brow arched in challenge. “My driver is waiting.”

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    E THAN didn’t remember escorting Cate outside, his banked desire urging him to seduce Cate
here, now, atop Carrington’s damn desk if need be.
Somehow, his will coerced his body into submission and they arrived at his limousine without him losing all semblance of civility. He handed her onto the heated leather seat, closed the door and marshaled his teetering control with a hissing inhale. His skin hummed with awareness and the thought of two uninterrupted hours of time with Cate nearly sent him over the edge. Taking advantage of the bracing October air, he pulled in another steadying breath before opening the door and sliding in next to her.
    “Long Island. The Carrington estate,” he told Walter before easing back into the seat, flipping on the dome light and activating the privacy panel.
    Cate watched the black panel of glass slide upward, her pulse jumping visibly