Had she moved closer? Her nose picked up his scent, and it was sensually compelling. She swore she could feel the heat of his body through his dress shirt.
“Do you think the makers of tractor parts and kitchen appliances care what my lobby looks like?” His breath puffed against her lips.
“Yes.”
They stared at each other in silence, inhaling and exhaling for long seconds. The rumble of the yacht’s motor filled the space around them.
Something dangerous flared in Zach’s intense gray eyes. It was darkly sensual and completely compelling.
Her body answered with a rush of heat and a flare of longing that sent a throbbing message to every corner of her being.
She struggled through the muddle of emotions clouding her brain. “The people who make tractor parts also have tickets to Lincoln Center. They do care about your lobby.”
“It’s a building, not a piece of art.” The yacht lurched, and his hand brushed against hers. She nearly groaned out loud.
“It can be both,” she rasped.
Things could do double duty.
Look at Zach. He was both an adversary and a—
What? What was she saying?
He could be her lover?
“Kaitlin?” His voice was strangled, while his gaze flared with certain desire. His full lips parted, his head tipping toward hers.
The boat rolled on a fresh set of waves, and she gripped the rail, transfixed by the sight of his body closing in on hers.
She flashed back to Vegas.
He’d kissed her there.
How could she have ever doubted it?
Elvis had pronounced them husband and wife, and Zach had thrown his arms around her, kissing her thoroughly and endlessly. It was only the cheers from the crowd that had finally penetrated their haze and forced them to pull apart. It was a miracle they hadn’t slept together that night.
Why hadn’t they slept together that night?
She remembered getting into the elevator with a couple of her female coworkers, then stumbling into her room and dropping, fully dressed, onto the plush, king-size bed.
No Zach.
But he was here now.
And they were alone.
And she remembered. She wished she didn’t. But she remembered his lips on hers, his arms around her, the strength of his embrace, the taste of his mouth, the sensual explosions that burst along her skin.
She wanted it again, wanted it so very, very much.
She gave in to her desire and leaned ever so slightly forward. His mouth instantly rushed to hers. His free arm snaked around her, pressing against the small of her back, pulling her tight as the deck surged beneath them.
She pressed forward, arms twining around his neck. Her lips softened, parted. He murmured her name, and his hand splayed farther down her spine. His tongue invaded, and the taste of him combined with the scent of the salt air, the undulation of the boat and heat of his hands brought a moan from her very core.
He shifted so that his back was to the rail. His free hand caressed her cheek, brushed through her hair, moved down to her neck, her shoulder. He pushed off the strap of her dress, then his lips followed, tasting their way along her bare, sensitized skin.
His kisses, his passion, made her gasp. She tangled her fingers through his hair, pushing her body tightly against his, shifting her thighs as his leg slipped between them. His hand cupped her breast through the flimsy fabric of her dress, while his lips found hers again, and she bent backward with the exquisite pressure of his hot kiss.
The boat lurched again, and they lost their balance, stumbling a few steps sideways.
Zach was quick to steady her, clasping her tightly to him, lips next to her ear.
“You okay?” His voice was hollow.
“I’m—” She drew a shaky breath.
Was she okay? What on earth had she just done? One minute they were arguing over office sizes, the next they were practically attacking each other.
He held her tight. Neither spoke as they drew deep breaths.
Finally, he stroked her messy hair. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“That we’ve both gone completely insane?”
He chuckled low. “That’s pretty close.”
“We can’t do this.”
“No kidding.”
“You need to let go of me.”
“I know.” He didn’t move.
“I’m blackmailing you. You’re trying to outflank, outmaneuver and outthink me along the way. And then we’re getting divorced.”
“As long as we’re both clear on the process.”
The flutter in her stomach told her there was way more to it than that. But she had to fight it. She couldn’t let herself be attracted to this man. She certainly couldn’t let herself kiss him, or worse.
They were adversaries. And this was her one chance to get her life back. And she couldn’t let any lingering sexual desire mess that up.