“My Lady?” Eddie tightened his arms around her for a moment as she turned to go, and she paused.
Knowing he shouldn’t, but needing the feel of her anyway, his hand slipped up to hold her face, his thumb gently brushing her cheek. “You were never in any danger.”
She looked him straight in the eye for several seconds, then sighed and looked away. “It seems I’ll always be in danger when I’m around you, Edward.”
Fuck it all, but he liked his name on her tongue. “Catharine.”
Her eyes flipped back to him, brows raised; he rarely spoke her real name. It was strictly against protocol.
“I can be reassigned.” He’d suggested this once before, after their heat-inducing first kiss months ago.
“Is that what you want?” she whispered.
“What I want doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me.”
Another punch in the gut. If only he could act on how he felt.
“What do you want, My Lady?”
“You.” The words were so soft, her voice so low, he could have imagined hearing them if he hadn’t seen her lips move.
He hugged her tighter, and her breasts brushed against his jacket. “Say it again.”
She shook her head. “Edward.”
“Say it again.”
“I want you. God help me, but I do.”
God help him, too.
With a low growl, he pulled her mouth to his. Her hands fisted in the lapels of his jacket and her eyes closed.
The kiss was hot, wet, and deep. She moaned and he pushed her against the wall, one hand inching down to grip her ass.
“Edward,” she said while catching her breath. “Please.”
His cock was hard and nestled between her thighs, his head was buried in the curve of her neck. Her scent now a whisper on his skin, as his was on hers.