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  She saw the determination in his eyes and before she had time to blink, he threw her over his shoulder and carried her out of the room, up the stairs, down the hallway, straight towards his bedroom.

  Yes, yes, yes… Katherine thought.

  But when they entered the room, her excitement turned to confusion as he carried her straight through it and into the walk-in closet.

  He sat her down, headed for one of his dressers and began rummaging around for something…oh my god, could it be?

  Katherine could barely contain herself, but when he turned around again he was holding up a big green sweater…okay, so not cuffs then.

  Why would she think that anyway? seriously?

  Yeah, she’d made him react, but he was still wound too tight. She knew there was something here between them, but he was fighting it. The man was like a fort, she would have to break down his defenses.

  He pulled the sweater over her head. It fell almost to her knees.

  He looked at her and nodded as if satisfied with his work

  “Now, pants.” He turned around and began his search.

  Katherine stood there shaking her head as she watched him.

  How was she going to get through to him?

  Just then the doorbell rang.

  Katherine smiled. “Never mind, my own have just arrived,” she said as she ran out the of the room.

  “No. Katherine come back here, right now,” he yelled and ran after her into the hallway. He was quickly gaining in on her, but then his phone rang. He let out a sting of curses before he answered it with a curt “Yeah?”

  Still, she didn’t have much time, he would make it quick. But before she was out of ears reach she heard him speak again, his time in an entirely different tone. “Oh hi, Barbara. Yeah, of course…”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Katherine

  When she got downstairs, she saw Thomas by the front door talking to Paul.

  “Ms. Healy,” Thomas said when he spotted her. “This gentleman is here with your things. Would you like me to take them to your room?”

  “That would be great. Thank you, Thomas,” she said approaching the door. He picked up her suitcases and left them.

  “Hi Paul,” she said.

  “Hey,” he said a little cautiously, which was kind of unlike him.

  “Thank you so much for bringing my stuff,” she told him.

  “Yeah…no…really, it was no problem,” he said watching her carefully.

  Why was he acting so strange? He was usually so forward.

  Oh shit, it was because of the other night.

  “So…um…I made an ass of myself huh?” she said. Why beat around the bush? “Look, I’m sorry if I did or said something…um…offensive or…I don’t know.” She shook her head.

  “You really don’t remember anything?” he asked, his eyebrows raised.

  “Nothing. So, did I?” she asked and bit her lip, bracing herself.

  “No, no, you didn’t do anything offensive,” he said laughing, sounding more like his usual self. “You just had one too many.”

  “I did?” it was a strange question, it was just that no one else, including herself, remembered her even finishing her first glass.

  “Well, you must have,” Paul said.

  She nodded. There was no other explanation.

  “I wasn’t there long, but when I didn’t see you I just figured you’d gone back to your room to work on that presentation of yours. I feel like shit that I didn’t check on you.”

  “No, you shouldn’t. That wasn’t your responsibility.”

  “Yeah I should. You’re a total lightweight, I should have checked. Truth is I still felt a little…raw. It was hard being around you.”

  Oh, dear God, where did this come from? She hadn’t been under the impression that he’d taken her rejection all that hard. “Paul, really, this is all on me…” she trailed off, struggling to figure out what to say. Jesus, this was not how this was supposed to go, and now she felt like a complete ass. She was going to use him to make James jealous, a guy whose ego she had already bruised once. Apparently.

  “It would make me feel better if you’d take me up on my offer,” he said, making puppy dog eyes at her.

  That didn’t help. It was another thing she’d rejected.

  He’d thought she’d been working unnecessarily hard to get the internship. Had told her it didn’t need to be that difficult, and had offered her an internship at one of his family’s companies. She didn’t need to do anything, just take it.

  “I told you, it didn’t want it handed to me. I was working hard for it because I wanted to earn it.” She’d told him this before, but he just didn’t get it.

  “But come on, the situation is different now, and the offer still stand,” he said.

  “It doesn’t change anything for me. Thank you, but no thank you,” she said, noticing his eyes lingering on her bare legs. Should have worn pants, damnit.

  “Hey, throw a guy a bone will you,” he said taking her hand in his. “Look, I know I was too pushy, but we can take it slow.” He gave her that smile that made girls’ weak in the knees. It just didn’t work on her.

  Most of her sorority sisters thought she was crazy when she’d told him she just wanted to be friends. So what if he’s got that entitled rich guy thing going on? He’s hot and he’s got it bad for you, they’d told her. She just didn’t feel it, and she really hadn’t thought he was that invested in her.

  She pulled her hand back from his, and took a deep breath. She was going to have to make it clear, once and for all.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  James

  James ended the conversation just as Thomas came down the hallway carrying suitcases. “What’s this?”

  “A friend of Ms. Healy’s came with her luggage.”

  “A friend?” James growled.

  Thomas’ eyebrows popped up at his tone. “Yes, a Mr. Paul Westmore, I believe.”

  “What? How the hell did he get passed security?”

  Frowning now, Thomas studied him. “If I’m not mistaken,” he said cautiously, “you alerted them that someone would be bringing her things.”

  “And they just open the gate for any scoundrel carrying a bag?”

  Thomas opened his mouth to reply, but James was already halfway down the stairs before the words came out.

  He couldn’t blame the man for being a little perplexed by his behavior. He was usually so calm and clearheaded. But that was before she walked into his life, and turned everything upside-down.

  As he reached the foot of the stairs, he heard Paul say, “But come on, I could take you with me right now. You know your dad wouldn’t mind if you were with me.”

  Son of a bitch.

  James stormed over to the door. “For your trouble.” He stuck some cash into Paul’s hand and slammed the door in his face.

  Katherine’ eyes were wide with shock. “Oh my God. What the fuck?” she yelled and reached for the door handle.

  “Uh-uh,” James stepped in front of the door, and folded his arms over his chest. “Not happening.”

  “I can’t believe you just did that. He was being nice. Went out of his way to bring me my things.”

  “Out of his way? Ha!” James laughed, “Are you blind?”

  “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” With her hands on her hips, her chin raised, she stared at him with a look of warning in her eyes.

  He ignored it. “He was here to get into your pant, and you apparently wanted to make it easy for him by not wearing any.”

  Katherine gasped. “You have got some nerve,” she started, but James wasn’t done.

  “I should probably alert security to expect hordes of guys coming by for their regular booty call,” he bit out. Now he was done.

  He closed his eyes. Oh, he was so done. He had gone too far, stepped way over the line. He sucked in a deep breath before he dared to look back at Katherine, knowing she would be angry and insulted, but it was
worse.

  Never had anyone looked at him with such disappointment in their eyes. He felt like he had been punched in the gut. “Oh God, Katherine, I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean that…”

  “What? That you think I’m the campus slut?” Okay, she wasn’t just disappointed, she was also furious.

  “No, I didn’t—”

  She cut him off, “You judgmental son of a bitch. Hordes of guys? For your information, I’m a virgin.” She blurted and then blushed so profusely that he knew she was telling the truth.

  He stared at her, speechless. For one, how on earth was that even possible? she was so fucking gorgeous, guys must be falling all over themselves to be with her, and with her reputation…Jesus Christ, he was a judgmental son of a bitch. “Shit.”

  Katherine dragged a hand down her face. “Why do you care anyway?”

  “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, I just…”

  “What?” she narrowed her eyes on him. “Are you…are you jealous?”

  Well, yes, but he couldn’t admit that, so he just ground his teeth and clenched his hands at his sides.

  “James?” she said softly.

  “You wouldn’t understand,” he said taking a step backwards.

  “No, I understand. You’re scared.” She turned on her heel and left him by the door.

  He wanted to follow her upstairs, but he didn’t. Instead he ordered Thomas to bring the car around and he left for work.

  Fifteen minutes into the drive, he still hadn’t made any progress getting her off his mind.

  She’d been so angry with him, and rightly so. He been a complete ass.

  Would she call Paul to apologize? Maybe tell him the coast was clear and he could come back?

  James clenched his fists so tight his knuckles turned white.

  “Thomas, turn around, I need to get back to the house.”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Katherine

  Katherine wrapped the towel around her and stepped out of the bathroom. The shower hadn’t done the trick of cooling her down, but maybe unpacking would, she thought looking at her suitcases by the bed. On the bed lay his sweater, the one he’d used to cover her up in.

  Sheesh, the man had some serious issues.

  She grabbed the sweater and decided to return it. She headed down the hallway, through his bedroom, into his walk-in closet, and put the sweater back where he’d found it.

  She’d wanted to get a reaction out of him and she got it, but he had gotten her completely riled up too. She’d been furious, and God help her, seriously turned on at the same time.

  She stepped out of the closet and into his bedroom. she hadn’t had a chance to look around before.

  Her eyes fell on the huge bed. she had to smile; of course, he had already made it. in fact, the whole room was in neat and perfect order. It was so him. The only thing that stood out was the shirt that had been thrown over the armrest of a wingback chair.

  Picking it up, she held it to her face and breathed in the scent of him. She couldn’t get enough of it, clean and masculine, she wanted to be wrapped in his scent.

  And I could, she thought, biting her lip.

  She was all alone in the house. No one would be here for hours. She felt a mischievous smile creep up on her face, and let her towel drop to the floor.

  She slipped on the shirt, the cool fabric sliding against her skin making her nipples pebble. She crawled up onto his bed and laid down, hugging the shirt around her and breathing in his scent.

  Her hands slid down her body and she imagined they were his hands, touching her, slipping between her thighs.

  She kneaded her breast with one hand as her fingers slid through her wet folds and circled her clit. She gasped, and the sensation as if she’d been zapped had her eyes fluttering open…and she froze.

  She wasn’t alone.

  He was there, watching her, staring, with his hands clenched at his sides and a strained expression on his face.

  Was he angry?

  Maybe.

  Turned on?

  Definitely. The bulge in his pants was so big it looked painful.

  “James,” she whispered, her heart beating so fast she could feel her pulse in her fingertips.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  James

  “Don’t stop,” he gritted through clenched teeth.

  She stared at him with her mouth open and her eyes wide in surprise.

  What had she expected?

  Did she think he was just going to ignore this and quietly slip away? After he’d just walked in on the hottest thing he’s ever seen, more arousing than anything he’s ever imagined. What the hell kind of saint did she think he was?

  She was wearing his shirt, laying on his bed, touching herself — the phrase, ‘like she wanted to get caught,’ came to mind.

  Fine by him!

  “Show me,” he growled in a tone so low and rough he barely recognized his own voice.

  Her gaze was locked on him as he made his way towards her. She lifted herself up on her elbows. Her knees were drawn up and closed. His shirt on her, barely covering her firm, perky breasts. His mouth watered. She was a fucking vision.

  Clenching and unclenching his hands, he slowly approached the foot of the bed.

  She gasped as he braced his hands on the bed and leaned in over her. Her cheeks flushed, and she squeezed her knees tighter together, but her eyes shone with excitement. She wanted this.

  He was close enough now that he could smell her arousal. The scent making his cock leak, impatient for more, but she still didn’t part her legs.

  “Kitty?” He looked up at her with one eyebrow raised.

  She blinked a few times and swallowed, hard.

  “Are you going to be a good, and do as I say?”

  She opened mouth about to say something, but then bit her lip, and nodded.

  “Good girl,” he growled, and saw a shiver run through her.

  Hesitantly, she parted her knees.

  His nostrils flared. The scent of her growing stronger as she slowly parted her legs for him, revealing her bare pink pussy, glistening with her arousal.

  He fisted his hands in the bedsheets to keep from taking her right then and there. His cock already weeping and harder than ever before. “More…show me,” he grunted.

  She knew what he meant and began moving her fingers through her folds. Slowly and a little hesitantly at first.

  “Fucking beautiful,” he growled.

  Growing more confident, she began playing with her breast with her other hand, and as a soft moan escaped her, she parted her legs further revealing to him the wetness running out of her tight virgin hole. He was about to fucking explode.

  He stood, took off his jacket and threw it on the bed beside her. He made quick work of removing his shirt, his belt and opening his pants to free himself.

  He closed his eyes and hissed as he wrapped his hand around his achingly hard cock. He was close, too fucking close. He tightened his hand, squeezing himself into submission before he looked back down at the beauty spread out on his bed.

  She’d stopped. Her hand was still between her thighs, but they were squeezed together. She was staring at his erection, her mouth parted, her eyes dark and hooded. Sweet Jesus, he wasn’t the only one close to the edge.

  And she would go over, she would unravel, but not by her own hand, he would be the one to make her.

  Her pleasure would be his.

  All his.

  But first he needed her to understand something.

  Or really, he needed to get something straight. He was allowing himself to push a well-defined boundary here, but there was a limit, there had to be.

  “We both need to get this out of our system, but I’m not going to take you.” It was painful, excruciatingly so, having to say those words out loud, and the disappointment on her face made it even worse.

  There has to be a fucking limit, he reminded himself. Besides, what he was about to do was dishonorable eno
ugh.

  “But I will do what you asked me to earlier.”

  She raised an eyebrow at his words. Oh, she knew damn well what he was talking about. He hadn’t been able to get her teasing words out of his head. She had been messing with him, but he didn’t think it was all an act “If you want me to, that is.”

  Confirming his suspicion, she nodded and bit her lip.

  “Good. But Kitty, it won’t go further than that. Do we agree?”

  Again, she nodded.

  “I need to hear you say it.”

  “Yes.” She said and reached up to touch him, but he halted her.

  “Keep your hand above your head. You touch me, this stops.” He managed to sound more self-possessed than he felt. But the truth was, if she touched him, even with just one finger, he would lose any semblance of control he still had.

  She obeyed his order, her hands grabbing onto the pillow above her head.

  “Good girl, now spread.” He ordered.

  She did, and he got into position, lifting her legs over his shoulders, he began kissing his way up the flawless white skin of her inner thigh, making her tremble and writhe underneath him.

  He held her thighs apart as he licked and nibbled his way toward her pussy, and just before he reached the apex, he latched on the perfect skin of her upper thigh, making her gasp as he sucked hard enough to leave a mark. A warning to anyone wanting to claim her.

  Just a taste, he had to remind himself.

  His mouth poised over her pussy, he looked up at her and saw that mischievous glint in her eyes. He arched an eyebrow, prompting her.

  Her smile widened, “Kiss the Kitty,” she whispered.

  He growled in appreciation.

  “Please, James,” she added and he was done playing.

  Unable to wait another second, he took one long swipe up her slit and felt her whole body convulse beneath him as the sweet taste of her virgin pussy hit his senses, making him dizzy with lust.

  “Oh God…James,” she cried.

  “That’s right, scream my name, beauty,” he growled as he descended on her again.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN