Victim of Revenge by Liza Mitchell

She’s used to being the hunter, not the hunted.
The power is intoxicating… so is his touch.
Carey
“Carey,” he said, closing the distance between their mouths. “Forgive me. You’ll never regret it.” Dawson’s lips pressed against hers. His hands moved from the desk to her back and pulled her against him. His tongue demanded entry into her mouth, and she sighed, shivers running through her body. It had been so long.
But she wasn’t desperate.
She pushed him, forcing him away from her. “I’ll tell you what. You can have your forgiveness if you can actually make me beg for your touch. You’re so confident in your skills, in my attraction to you, in our fated… whatever. Make me beg for it, Dawson. Make those words, ‘I need you,’ leave my mouth, and you are forgiven.”
That would show him. There was no way this arrogant, conceited man would get on his knees and work for his absolution.
But that’s exactly what he did.