Tempting a King (King Family Romance Book 1) by Isla Drake (small books to read .txt) 📗

Finn’s office. Once inside, I yank my arm from his grip and spin around to glare at him as the door closes behind him.

“What the hell was that about?” I know my voice borders on yelling, but I don’t care. I’m beyond fed up with his shitty attitude.

“You were making a fool of yourself,” he says, not meeting my gaze.

My eyes narrow to slits. “Really? You think so? Because Luke seemed pretty interested. I don’t think he thought I was a fool.”

I see a muscle tick in his jaw. I know it means he’s angry. I’ve seen it before, but it’s never been directed at me. Right now, I don’t care. It’s not his anger I’m concerned with.

“Luke huh?” His tone is disgusted. “If that’s the kind of guy you want, go for it.”

“Thanks,” I bite off. “But I don’t need your permission. In case you missed it, I’m a grown woman and you’re not my keeper. You’re so used to being the big bad King brother that you think you can rule over everyone. But you’re not my big brother. I’ll date whoever the hell I want.”

I watch his shoulders relax slightly, but the fire is still in his eyes when he looks at me. “Believe me, Hannah. I’m well aware.”

My confusion must show on my face. What does that mean? Before I can ask, Finn speaks again, his voice low.

“I’ve tried so hard not to think of you that way.”

“And what way is that?” I demand, my anger flaring again. “As a woman, you mean?”

I’m furious. Who does he think he is? Before I can consider my actions, I shove him. My hands slam into his hard chest, but it’s like trying to push a brick wall. Finn doesn’t budge. Instead, he reaches out and grabs me, his fingers gripping my arms almost to the point of pain. Something dangerous flashes in his blue eyes as he pulls me against him.

“As a beautiful woman,” he says in a growling voice I’ve never heard him use before. The sound has something hot curling low in my belly and sends a signal straight down. “Sexy as hell.”

Oh, shit.

He presses his hard body along the length of mine, letting me feel the evidence of his arousal against my belly. My eyes widen slightly in surprise before I give in and allow the need to show. His eyes roam my face for a moment before they dip lower to linger on my breasts where they push up against the fabric of my dress.

“As the woman I fantasize about.”

Chapter Eleven

Hannah

I suck in a startled breath at his words. In my mind flashes an image of him stroking the big dick I can still feel pressed against me, coming all over his hand while thinking of me. I’m shocked by the direction of my thoughts, but the idea turns me on far more than I’d have thought. Some part of me wants to see that, to watch him as he loses that tight grip on his control. I wonder if I could push him that far. I want to know what it would take. I clench my thighs together trying to ease the sudden ache there, but it’s no use. His gaze strays back up to my face and he gives me a knowing look as though he can read my thoughts. Feeling bold, I cock one eyebrow in challenge.

“Do you fantasize about me, Finn?”

My voice is husky, and I almost don't recognize it. But I don't call back the words. I want to hear him say it. Finn doesn’t meet my gaze as I wait for his answer. He eases away from me slightly. His hands still grip my arms though they’re gentler now. My heart is pounding and my breathing unsteady, but the hot sliver of desire is only growing stronger. Slowly, testing to see if Finn will stop me, I bring one hand up to rest on his stomach, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. I long to reach lower, to the hard bulge I’d felt pressed against me moments ago, but something holds me back. I wait for some outward signal from Finn that he wants this. His body certainly does, but I can tell he’s waging some internal war in his mind. I know what I want. It’s what I’ve always wanted.

“Well,” I finally whisper. “Do you?”

My face is inches from his now and I can see the faint stubble on his jaw. I wonder if it would feel rough against my hand, my cheek, my neck, my breasts. Would it leave a mark on my skin? My breathing becomes even more unsteady at the idea. I wait for him to answer me, wondering what’s going through his mind. Nervously, I pull my lower lip between my teeth.

“I wish you wouldn't do that.” Finn's voice is low and sends a rush of heat to my center.

“Do what?” I say in a low whisper.

“Tempt me.”

“It's all I've wanted to do for years.”

He sucks in a ragged breath. “Damnit, Hannah.” His pained whisper makes my heart clench just before his mouth comes down on mine. The kiss isn't gentle, and it isn't sweet. It takes. He takes what he wants from me and I give it willingly. This is far more than I'd imagined when I'd pictured kissing Finn over the years. It’s all fire and intensity and I can't get enough. He nibbles my lower lip the way I'd been doing moments before and I hear myself moan against his mouth. I tangle my fingers in his hair and hold his face to mine as the kiss goes on.

Finn guides me back until I’m pressed against the wall. His mouth continues to ravage mine. He grips the curve of my hip and squeezes briefly before sliding his hand down my thigh. Gripping the back of my knee, he pulls my leg up to wrap around his waist. I can feel him pressing against me