She swallowed hard, her heavy-lidded gaze never leaving his. "You do the same to me."
Victory was sweet, but when he eased his mouth over hers, he remembered that she tasted even sweeter. He kissed one corner of her mouth then the other, enjoying the simple act of teasing her, her body"s trembling reaction providing so much satisfaction.
He nipped her lower lip, and she curled her fingers tighter against his waist.
Her possessive grip only inflamed his desire. "I want you, Riley. I want to feel myself hard and hot inside you," he said, nipping her lower lip.
She moaned, swaying toward him. He caught her, wrapping an arm around her waist, turning the light kiss into a deeper one. Her tongue slid back and forth over his, her soft sighs rocking him to his core.
Somehow he maintained some sliver of rational thought, and with it came the knowledge that no matter how willing she seemed to be, any further and she"d convince herself to run. She"d withdraw before they tested just how good things between them could be.
So before he could act on impulse and take her against the wall, on her couch, or in her bed, he released her. Steadied her. Gave her a light kiss on the cheek, said good night, and walked out the door.
He"d convinced her to come to his turf. For now, that had to be enough.
FOUR.
Riley drove to the stadium, her stomach churning in trepidation. Her nerves had already prevented her from eating breakfast, and it wasn"t only the new job that had her feeling off-kilter. Neither was it the kiss she replayed over and over in her mind.
It was Ian, the man. He was so sure of himself and what he wanted. Such a dominant personality usually turned her off and would have, at the very least, had her resisting. And if he"d bulldozed his way into her life, she would have pushed back, but he somehow turned his insistence on getting his own way into a rational argument that had had her agreeing to the job before she"d even thought through her objections.
Then he"d turned what should have been a simple kiss into an all-out a.s.sault on her senses. He"d taken his time, teasing her, tasting her, arousing her, and bringing her to the brink of insanity with how much she"d wanted him inside her, hard and hot, just as he"d said. She shivered at the very thought.
She had no doubt in her mind that if he"d stripped off her clothes and taken her then and there, she would have gone along for the glorious ride. Her s.e.x clenched with need, reminding her that instead of sleeping with her, he"d walked out, leaving her empty and aching. She squeezed her legs tighter, fighting against that rising need.
With a deep breath, she followed the directions to the stadium and pulled up to the guardhouse. She handed a uniformed man her license. He checked his list then printed and handed her a parking pa.s.s and directions before opening the gate with a welcoming smile. A few minutes later, she strode through the large parking lot, the May heat already coming up through the pavement.
By the time she reached the door, she was a sweaty mess, reminding her of the biggest drawback to living down south. She pa.s.sed a bathroom and stopped into the ladies" room to pull herself together, blot her face and neck, and touch up her makeup. She a.s.sured herself the fact that she might see Ian had nothing to do with the extra prep.
A little while later, feeling better, she stepped out the door and ran directly into a hard body. She recognized the potent scent that lingered in her apartment and had kept her tossing and turning most of last night.
"Ian," she said, sounding too breathless for her liking.
He grasped her waist, steadying her. "You seem to be making this a habit," he said in an amused tone.
"Sorry." She bit down on her lip.
His heavy gaze followed her inadvertent reflex. "I"m not."
Neither was she, not that she"d be willing to admit it.
"I didn"t know if I"d run into you or if I"d have to come seeking you out. Apparently luck is smiling on me this morning."
She smiled, relaxing. "Well, it"s good to see a familiar face."
"Looking forward to your first day at work?"
"I"m nervous," she admitted.
He laughed. "Normal, but my sister"s only an occasional slave driver. You"ll be fine. Come. I"ll show you where to find Olivia."
"Thank you. Better than me wandering around clueless."
He placed a hand on the small of her back as they walked down the hall. His touch radiated heat throughout her body, the neediness she"d fought to tamp down returning full force, as if her body recognized his, priming itself without her permission.
In the elevator, he stood across from her, watching her with pure l.u.s.t in his smoky eyes. She attempted to distract herself by studying him here in his element. His dress shirt, a small navy check with white collar, and a complementing sky-colored tie brought out the blue in his eyes. The perfect cut of his suit accentuated his broad shoulders, making her wonder what his bare chest looked like, how much of a six pack he had, and whether he"d taste good when she ran her tongue down his chest, abdomen and lower, to the- The elevator announced they"d reached their floor.
"After you," he said, gesturing for her to precede him with a gentlemanly wave and a knowing grin on his handsome face.
She stepped out onto the corporate level, certain the flush of arousal she"d experienced was obvious for all to see.
"Did you tell Alex about your new job opportunity?" he asked.
Oblivious to her thoughts, he led her down a long hall lined with oversized photographs of the team"s best players decked out in full uniform.
"Not yet." She"d thought about it and decided to hold off. "I thought I"d wait until I had a specific position."
"You don"t think he"ll be upset you"re working for the opposition, do you?"
"Don"t you mean working for you?"
Ian shrugged. "That too."
All of the above had crossed her mind, had her wondering whether she shouldn"t show up this morning as promised.
In the end, she"d been unable to resist the lure of opportunity any more than she"d been able to resist Ian so far. "Alex wants what"s best for me. No matter what form that takes." But it didn"t mean he"d be happy.
And if her best friend knew she"d kissed Ian again or that he clearly intended for them to end up in bed, their long-standing relationship would be in jeopardy. So she"d put off telling him. At least for now.
"We"re here." Ian stopped at a closed wooden door with Olivia Dare"s name on the bra.s.s plate beside it.
He knocked once and pushed open the door.
"Come on in," a female voice called.
"We already are," Ian said, his hand settling on Riley"s lower back again as he escorted her into the room.
His touch was warm, hot, and felt too good. Because his sister was watching, she eased away from him.
"Olivia, this is Riley Taylor. I told you about her this morning."
The other woman rose from her desk. Tall like her brother and model thin, she was the opposite of Riley and her more pet.i.te body and full curves. If she hadn"t come to peace with herself long ago, she"d be envious of Ian"s sister.
"I"m so glad you"re here," Olivia said, extending her hand, which Riley gratefully shook.
"I"m happy to be here myself."
"When Ian told me you"d be working here and I just needed to find the perfect fit, I was thrilled. Frankly, we need someone to jump between PR and Travel. Our travel secretary has the shingles, and he"s out for who knows how long. An extra set of hands will be useful while booking for the season. Once things settle down, we can find a more permanent place for you. I hope that"s okay?" Olivia asked, talking a mile a minute.
Pleased to be useful and not a burden imposed by Ian, she grinned. "I can handle anything you throw at me. I ran the distribution department at a sporting goods manufacturer. I"m used to glitches and problems and moving people and dates around."
"I knew you two would get along well," Ian said, sounding pleased. "I"ll leave you to it." Ian started for the door then turned. "Olivia, do me a favor and invite Tyler, Scott, and Avery to my place on Sunday? Afternoon by the pool and dinner."
His sister nodded. "Sure thing."
"Add Sienna to the guest list."
Riley recognized Alex"s sister"s name and turned to stare. She knew how strained the relationship between Ian and the other side of the family was.
"Whoa. Did h.e.l.l freeze over?" Olivia asked.
His mouth tightened. "No, I made a bargain with the devil." Ian"s gaze slid from his sister"s to Riley"s, warming as their gazes made contact. "And it was worth it."
Riley shivered beneath his heated stare.
Olivia"s eyes narrowed, catching Ian"s not-subtle wink at Riley.
Just what kind of deal had he made and what did she have to do with it, Riley wondered.
"Why do I have the feeling the deal didn"t include me doing your dirty work?" Olivia astutely asked.
Ian grinned, and Riley a.s.sumed he"d gotten his way with that smile many times in his life.
"I remember going to a certain party for you and Avery the other night, so..."
Olivia raised her hands in a gesture of defeat. "Fine. I"ll invite them. Just add it to my to-do list," she said, grabbing a piece of paper and jotting something down.
"Add Alex and Jason too," Ian said, escaping out the door before Olivia could stop him.
"Argh! Brothers!" Olivia grumbled, lowering herself back into her seat. "They are such a pain in the a.s.s."
Riley laughed. "I wouldn"t know. Only child here."
"Well, my oldest brother is bossy, but maybe you know that already?"
"He"s...persuasive," Riley said.
"And you"re diplomatic. Anyway..." Olivia gestured to the chair across from her desk. "Have a seat. Relax. And we"ll get you set up here."
A few hours later, Riley had been to HR, filled out paperwork, and found herself officially employed by the Miami Thunder organization. She was given a desk in a small side office, a computer and a pa.s.sword into the system, and her own instant message name within the company.
All the things a working girl could ask for. Best of all, she didn"t feel like she was being given special treatment, which had worried her.
She was just about to sign out for the day when her message box blinked on her computer.
Ian: Hungry?
She laughed and typed back: Always Ian: I"ll come by and take you for dinner.
She wrinkled her nose at his bossiness.
Riley: That"s not asking me if I want to go.
Ian: That"s because I"m not asking. You"re hungry, I"m hungry. We"ll go get something together.
And there it was, the presumptuous side coming out. She swallowed hard, not liking the idea of being pushed.
Riley: It"s been a long day. I planned to grab something at home.
Without warning, he stepped into her office. His shirt was unb.u.t.toned, revealing an enticing expanse of tanned chest, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, and he"d slung his jacket over one arm, clearly finished for the day.
"Ready?" he said, looking more attractive than any man had a right to.
"I didn"t say yes. I"m going home."
He frowned. "You have to eat, yes?"
"Well, yes, but-"
"Then let"s go."
She meant to argue but somehow found herself being led to the parking lot, his possessive hand on her back. They stopped at the first spot, his name on the reserved sign. The lot had emptied out, and not many cars remained. A black Porsche waited for him there.
"Umm, my car is over there." She pointed in the direction of her vehicle.
He frowned, as if he hadn"t thought of that. "Leave it here. We"ll figure it out later."
"But-"
He hit his remote, the car beeped, and the doors unlocked. Before she could argue further, he nudged her toward the pa.s.senger side, and soon she was inside and buckled in. He was brilliant at getting his way, though she had to admit she hadn"t fought all that hard. She wanted to be with him even if she didn"t want him overriding her express wishes.
Enclosed in the small confines of the sports car, his cologne permeated every one of her senses. He took her to one of his favorite restaurants, an Italian place where the owner knew him by name and hovered to make sure he was satisfied with the meal and the service. To her surprise, time pa.s.sed quickly with interesting chitchat and fun banter. Ian was good company, interested in everything she had to say. He asked a lot of questions about her life. Simple questions. He didn"t dig deep, but she suspected he was merely biding his time. She was doing the same, satisfied to learn about him in small increments.
The pattern continued throughout the week. He"d show up to take her to dinner, not take no for an answer, and she"d invariably stopped arguing. His persistence endeared him to her even more. He didn"t hide his interest, and she couldn"t help but respond. Although he took their get-to-know-you dance slowly, he didn"t mask his ultimate intent to wine, dine, and seduce her.
He was a tactile man, something she wasn"t used to but quickly grew accustomed to and even desired. He always reserved them a booth and sat close by her side, his arm stretched behind her head, his big hand tangling in her curls. She felt the pull from her scalp to between her thighs, and it was all she could do not to attack him at the table. Especially when every single night he kissed her long, hot, and deep but ultimately sent her home, leaving her aroused and aching for so much more. She supposed that was his plan, and he was accomplishing it spectacularly.
How could she not want to be with him?
Alex came to mind, as he did when she was alone and not overwhelmed and seduced by Ian. She wanted-needed-to talk to him and make him understand the job and the relationship or whatever she was having with his half brother wasn"t a betrayal. She couldn"t control her feelings for Ian nor did she want to. But Alex was in LA on a promotional trip, and this conversation couldn"t happen over the phone. He"d be back on the red-eye Friday night, and she"d tell him on Sat.u.r.day. As an excuse, it was a legitimate one, and though she didn"t relish the conversation, a part of her was relieved to put it off.