her off his lap onto the space beside him and brushed his hands together as if saying good riddance. “Did you think I’d agree to have a baby because you asked for it? I was just testing you to see how far you would go to get your way.”
“Testing me? How dare you.” Hot fury made her temples pound. “Forget I even asked. I don’t want you to be the father any more. I’ll go to a sperm bank!”
“You’ll do no such thing,” Alec muttered edgily.
“I’ll do exactly what I want. Nobody tells me what to do. Contrary to what you think, Mr. Big Ego, you are not in charge! By next year I’ll be pregnant,” Kate vowed, dearly hoping she was right. She shoved her feet in her shoes and bolted up from the sofa. With her head held high and a rigid backbone, she stalked away.
“Where are you going?” he demanded, following closely behind.
“I’m going to dance and have a good time. There were lots of good-looking guys out there and I’m planning on enjoying the party. Who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky tonight and meet someone—”
“Over my dead body.” Alec glared at her through narrowed dark gold eyes as he took hold of her wrist.
“Start planning your funeral then,” she said, shaking off his grip. “Before I go, I’ll have that drink you offered.” She walked to the bar, poured two inches of scotch and knocked down the liquor, choking and wheezing as it scalded her poor esophagus.
Alec’s caustic chuckle followed her coughing fit. “Still a lightweight, eh Katie?”
His smug observation was the last straw. It was a miracle steam didn’t blow out of her ears. Her hand trembled on the bottleneck as she poured another two inches of scotch. Holding his gaze, she downed the contents and this time made sure not to utter a peep, even though her insides were blazing with reproach. Kate opened her mouth to say something, but the raw feeling in her throat made her snap it shut. The last thing she wanted was to croak like a frog.
“Slow down. Scotch shouldn’t be wasted on those who can’t handle it.”
Was he trying to make her see red? Kate’s temper was already teetering on a fine line between control and explosion.
He took the bottle from her hands. “Give me that. I don’t want to have to carry you to your room.”
“You wish! You won’t be touching one inch of me tonight. Get out of my way,” Kate shouted, hopping mad.
Alec blocked the door, his eyes stony and mouth set. “Lower your voice. You haven’t changed a bit. Still bossy and damned stubborn.”
“Stop flapping your mouth and move out of my way. If you think I’m going to stand here one more second and—” The rest of her words were muffled as Alec pulled her to him and kissed her hard, his arms anchored around her back.
“Shut up.” His mouth ground against hers as his hands slid down and cupped her bottom, lifting her upward. Her shoes fell to the floor as she dangled in the air. Bracing her hands on his rock hard biceps she tried to protest, to insist that he stop kissing her, but her body’s instant, wild response betrayed her. She opened her lips and allowed his tongue to glide inside. The moment he began to ravenously taste her, all resistance melted and gave way to fierce desire.
Alec’s kisses were carnal and deep and his erection thick, leaving no doubt where they were headed. He carried her toward the bedroom, kicked the door open and tumbled onto the bed with her. He hiked her gown up to her waist and braced himself on his elbows above her, holding his weight from crushing her.
Lowering her strapless bustier to free her breasts, he lifted them in his large hands. She inhaled sharply when his dark head bent and his mouth nuzzled her nipples. They tightened pleasurably beneath the whoosh of his warm breath and the velvety softness of his lips. The pad of his tongue lightly flicked the taut tips before sucking deeply, causing a yearning so intense Kate gasped. “So beautiful,” he murmured