Another flash of anger - that she could find this all so easy - and then her closeness was pricking at his skin, was sending a shiver over him and he honestly couldn't tell if it was fear or desire. He clenched his hands into tight fists, for control, for fuck's sake... and only when they didn't close did he realise he'd grabbed her by the arms.
His breath shuddered out as he lifted his eyes to look at her, held tight in front of him, naked and sexy and powerful and corrupting and cruel and - he kissed her hard, and fast, tasting the whisky, tasting her tongue.
And then it was over, and he released her, throat hard with a lump he couldn't swallow as he tucked his shirt into his trousers and stepped back toward the door.