"I want to go ho—"
"Quiet," he murmured.
His breath brushed her face. Her neck arched, and she closed her eyes. In the most tender touch imaginable, he skimmed his lips against hers. Her legs trembled, and she was suddenly grateful for the hold he had on her hair, or she would have crumbled at his feet, making a fool of herself.
"You want me. You want this." He nibbled her bottom lip, speaking against her mouth. "You kiss me. It's your choice. No one else is going to make you feel this way. Let me show you."
"Please," she whispered. This time she begged him to continue, not to stop.
"I don't know what makes you feel alive yet, but I'll find out." He whispered back, not taking his mouth away. "I want no secrets between us, so open your eyes. Look at me and show me you want what I can give you."
Her nipples peaked, and she shuddered. Fear paralyzed her for a split second, and she believed she couldn't do what he asked. Opening her eyes took all the strength she could muster, and when she gazed into his eyes, she admitted defeat. She wanted him, probably more than he wanted her.
His gaze heated. "All you have to do is kiss me."
Just a kiss. That was all.
She raised to her toes and pressed her lips against his mouth. Relief swept through him onto her as if he supplied her next breath. She opened her mouth. Her knees weakened.
Serge picked her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck, securing her to him.
She lifted her mouth. "Promise you'll always want me."
He laid his cheek against hers. "I promise."
Excitement, trepidation, and, if she was honest, a small amount of reluctance remained. Yet, there was no denying that if he hurt her while giving her everything, it would be worth the pain and suffering if he kept his promise and never walked away from her.
Chapter Ten
Serge took controlof the kiss and carried her out of the office into a bedroom. Aubrey moaned. Her thoughts wandered over what had happened, but she couldn't categorize what everything meant. Had she agreed to a relationship where he was left in control of her?
What about the shelter? She grabbed his shirt, needing to find out what he planned. Never, not in her lifetime, would she allow him to pay her way.
She pulled her head back. "Serge. W-we have to talk."
"It'll wait." He laid her on the bed. "Right now, I want deep inside of you."
