Now that they were alone, Anna’s heart pounded away like the Rajdhani Express rushing away on its tracks at breakneck speed toward its destination. She didn’t even know where she’d gained the stupid courage to confront him in front of everybody. Only that he’d left her no choice.
Nights of cuddling weren’t enough anymore. She wanted more.
AJ moved toward her with that languid, prowling gait that made her swallow.
“What happened? Cat got your tongue now?”
“I’m not in awe of you anymore,” she whispered, trying her best to fake that same confidence.
“You should be, after pulling that stunt. I could throw you out of the project.”
Anna raised one shoulder in a casual shrug. Knowing he was all bark and no bite. “You could try.”
“I could do any manner of pleasurable things to.” His voice dipped to a husky timbre and every inch of her shivered.
Anna smiled up at him. “You could do any manner of things to me and I’d be more than willing to have them all done. I might even have a particular request or two.”
A filthy curse fell out of his mouth as he crowded her against the wall. “What am I going to do with you, sweetheart?”
“You could give us both what we want, AJ.”
His gaze gleamed with a dark hunger that echoed within her. So why wasn’t the blasted man touching her? “What do you want to know about Ms. Shah?” he said instead.
“Have you been with…her?” she asked, even though it was the last thing she wanted to know. The idea of any woman laying a hand on AJ made her want to scratch her eyes out.
He scowled so fiercely that she took a step back and fell onto the dark velvet sofa. Standing over her like some angry god, he growled, “That’s the question you still want to ask me?”
“I forgive you if you did,” she said, forcing herself to say the hardest words she’d ever spoken. “I mean, I did give you reason to think I’d abandoned our marriage.”
Instead of pacifying him, the comment seemed to make him only angrier. Thunder danced in his expression. One knee dropping down next to her, he bent over her. “Are you forgiving me so that I am forced to forgive you? Anna…if you have been with some man, I don’t want to know.”
“I haven’t,” she said hurriedly. “And I have no fondness for the details of your love life. I just thought… Since we are wiping the slate clean, we shouldn’t leave anything else for misunderstanding at a later time. That’s all.”
“Is that what we are doing? Are we wiping the slate clean?”
She nodded. “Yes. I told you. I’m not going anywhere this time. Get used to it.”
She didn’t let him finish the thought.
She tangled her arms around his neck before he slipped out of her reach. With a gentle tug, she had him falling on top of her with a hard grunt. But, as she’d expected, he broke his fall with his arms on either side of her head so that he didn’t hurt her. Their gazes locked, her pulse going haywire at the hardness and heat of the man enveloping her completely.
Anna had no idea what he saw in her eyes. He bent his forehead to hers. “I don’t have the faintest interest in Ms. Shah. I never did. Those pics she keeps posting on Instagram… You are right. They are six months old and I happened to meet her quite by accident in Mauritius. Nothing more. Nothing less.”
He took her mouth in a blisteringly hot kiss that had her curling her toes into the sofa. Pleasure suffused every cell in her body.
When he looked up, desire had been neatly packed away. “That you even think that I would think of marrying again, when I have made such a mess of things with us, is ridiculous.”
When he would have gotten away from her, Anna wrapped her legs around his and pulled him down. His hips crashed into hers in a soft fall. She pushed up her legs, around his back so that his erection—lengthening and hardening already—settled right where she wanted. Into the cradle of her thighs.
She pressed her fingers up at the nape of his neck into his hair and pulled. “Okay, that’s that clarified then. Onto much more pleasurable things then.”
He laughed against her neck and the sound swept through her body like a gale. It made her chest ache with such profound longing that Anna couldn’t breathe for a second. She pulled at his T-shirt and he let her. She ran her palms over his broad, smooth back and he let her. She kissed him, feeling every emotion she couldn’t say out loud yet, and he let her.
“Please, AJ. I want you inside me,” she finally whispered, her entire being hanging on the edge.
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