Page 66 of The Rancher's Rejected Bride

"I already gave you my answer," she muttered.

"But it's not the answer I want," he drawled, "so change it."

Aaaargh.He was doing it again, going all cocky on her that she could only glower at him even as her toes curled hard inside her boots.

"Did I just turn you on, love?"

"No." But this was a lie, of course, and the gleam of amusement in his sexy, blue eyes told Sarah that he was on to her, too.

"Let me do something about it."

"There's nothing to—-" She felt the billionaire squeeze her knee under the table, and oh God, it was more than enough to have her insides tightening with need, and she quickly sucked her breath to keep herself from making any noise.

"You were saying?"

She stared at him, torn between dismay and outrage. "For God's sake, Damian." They still had a hundred-plus guests staying in the same lodge as them, and they only had to be caught once—-

His hand had moved, his fingers trailing up on the inner side of her thigh, and Sarah reacted without thinking, her legs snapping close...and trapped his hand between them in the process.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

She might just have made things worse—-

Oh my God!

Damian squeezed the tender skin of her thigh, and she found herself gripping one edge of the table.

"I can make you feel like this every day, love."

"Shut up."

"You just have to marry me."

"Never—-" The hand between her legs was abruptly withdrawn, and a feeling of aching emptiness immediately struck her at the loss of his touch.

Damian leaned back against his seat and waited.

His Sarah was defiant at first, her voice sharp as she told him off. "Don't touch me again."

He didn't bother to answer, and soon enough, his patience was rewarded as Sarah seemed to shift restlessly in her seat.

"You can try all you want," he murmured, "but you won't be able to make it go away. You want me too much, love."

Sarah squeezed her eyes shut against the seductive note of inducement in the billionaire's tone.

"It's still early enough," he purred. "We won't get caught."

Inhale, exhale.Regulating her breathing was all she could do to distract herself from the devilish lure of the billionaire's voice, which was still doing a brilliant job in getting under her skin and stirring her senses.

"Tell you what, love. I won't even make you ask for it."

Oh God, oh God.

"You only have to open your eyes and look at me..."

Why was this man so good at tempting her?

"And I'll take you to my office and make you cum..."