By His Desire by Kate Grey Read Free Book Online Page A

everything in his power to forget about Sarah for the rest of the afternoon.
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    He stayed in his suit this time, and he made her wait. He had a dinner meeting with some people from St. Luke’s hospital, where he was funding a new wing, and he didn’t leave the restaurant until eight forty-five.
    It was nine-fifteen when he walked through the front door. Paul and Nancy had already gone home, so he and Sarah were alone—if she was still here.
    He strode up the stairs without stopping at his suite, and stood outside her door for a minute. Then he set his jaw and pushed inside.
    She was there. Relief flooded through him, followed by a wave of lust so intense it was almost painful.
    She had followed his instructions, and was kneeling on the rug in front of the bed, naked and blindfolded. Her mahogany hair tumbled down her back, her lips were parted, and her hands rested on her bare thighs. As he closed the door behind him, he saw her hands fist briefly and then relax.
    So she was nervous. Good. Then she knew what he’d been feeling for the last seven hours.
    Adrenaline coursed through him as relief, desire, and anger coalesced into raw need. She looked so goddam sexy. Her nipples drove him crazy—small and pink and perfect. He remembered how they’d tasted last night, and the way his girl had shuddered when he bit and pinched them.
    His girl? When had he started thinking of her as his girl?
    She was his for exactly one week. She was most definitely not his girl.
    He strode across the room until he stood right in front of her.
    “Undo my belt and my zipper,” he said, keeping his voice cool. He knew he was angry, and that a part of him wanted to punish her, but he didn’t care.
    If she decided to leave after tonight—or even during the night—there was nothing he could do to stop her. But if she decided to stay, she would damn sure know who was the boss in the bedroom.
     She reached up hesitantly and her hands met his thighs. He sucked in a breath as she groped upwards towards his crotch, feeling her way towards his belt.
    She found it. She explored the Italian leather for a moment and then undid the buckle slowly, her slender hands working precisely and carefully until she could slide it out completely and drop it on the floor.
    Fuck . Something about the graceful efficiency of those small fingers made him hard as a rock. He felt off-balance, almost dizzy with desire. He opened his mouth to give another order, any order, with no purpose other than to assert his dominance—but then her fingers brushed over his erection as they settled on his fly.
    All he could do was watch and try to stay upright as Sarah undid the button and lowered his zipper. She paused, and he knew that was his cue to tell her what to do next. But his mouth was dry and he couldn’t utter a word. She hesitated, her face uncertain, but he still couldn’t speak. A little frown gathered between her brows. Then her face cleared, and she gripped his pants and boxers in both hands and drew them down over his hips.
    His erection sprang free and almost hit her in the face.
    His hand shot out reflexively, and thank God one of the bedposts was within reach. He gripped it hard and somehow managed to keep from collapsing as Sarah touched him for the first time.
    This was another point when he’d normally tell her exactly what to do, in a hard voice that made it clear who was in charge. But he didn’t do that with Sarah. He was unbearably turned on by her tentative exploring and he couldn’t bring himself to interrupt her.
    It was obvious that while she’d probably done this a few times before, she wasn’t experienced. There was a kind of shy curiosity on her face and in the way she touched him that he’d never encountered before.
    Was it her inexperience that was so mesmerizing? Even as a teenager, he’d been with girls who knew what they were doing. He’d always thought that’s what he preferred. So why was it so arousing to watch Sarah trail