Guilt struck a dart in her heart. She owed him an explanation for why she’d been so unavailable. But Karina would be in next week. A few more days and she wouldn’t have to tell him anything. A blip in their relationship that time and attention of the sexy kind would mend.
“I wish I could, but things are hectic here. Does Thursday mid-morning work?”
“Yeah.” He sounded disappointed. Of course, he sounded disappointed. A few more days and she could stop disappointing him. Stop disappointing everyone. “Looking forward to it.”
When Elissa walked into DeMarco Property Management on Thursday, Ryan’s face lit up like a kid’s on Christmas morning. Like they hadn’t been apart for almost three weeks. Relief flooded through her. She hadn’t screwed up with Ryan, at least.
“Well, good afternoon, Ms. Wright. Welcome back to DeMarco Property Management. Can I help you with the files?”
No one should have the right to look this hot. His hair curled gently across his forehead and staring into his warm brown eyes was like coming home to a roaring fire and a cup of tea.
“I would greatly appreciate your assistance, Mr. DeMarco.”
He stood and looked over the cubicle behind him. “Yo, Trin, watch the front for me for a few minutes?”
A hand appeared with perfectly manicured nails in a lovely shade of bright pink and waved. Ryan grabbed her cart, and they walked to the file room. He unlocked the room and wheeled the cart inside. Standing inside the door, he made a show of pulling the keys out of the lock and sliding them into his pocket.
“Well, that’s a shame. You distracted me so well last time,” Elissa said with a little pout.
The words were out before her better self could stop them, and she wished she could take them back. Flirting at the office was a bad idea now that she knew what Ryan DeMarco was like in bed. His pupils dilated as he grabbed her waist and pulled her in, kicking the door. His lips were on hers as soon as the door snicked shut. Tasting her, devouring her, worshipping her. She pushed aside her better self and melted into him, her tongue sliding between his lips. A low moan escaped him, and he pressed her into the door.
Of its own accord, her leg wrapped around his thigh. The kitten heel of her pumps pressed into the muscle, driving his hard-on into her belly. Oh, fuck, she had too many clothes on. He had too many clothes on. There were just…too many clothes.
Her fingers scrabbled against the crisp cotton of his shirt, tugging it out of his pants. She slid her hands against his smooth skin.
“God, what you do to me, Elissa.”
He grabbed her wrist and brought her hand to his cock. She squeezed it through his pants, and he trailed kisses along her jawline and down her neck. With expert finesse, he undid two buttons before she realized what he was up to. His finger slid under her bra and found her nipple. He teased her, and she squeezed his cock harder. He drove into her hand before taking her mouth once more.
Laughter in the hall splashed cold water over her ardor. They weren’t alone. Not by a long shot. Fuck!
She went still in his arms and broke the kiss, thunking her head lightly against the door.
“Stop.”
Though the word was barely intelligible, he did. Immediately. She dropped her hands to her sides and breathed deeply.
“We can’t,” she said. “This is…it’s beyond inappropriate.”
He sighed and withdrew his finger from under her bra and slowly rebuttoned her shirt. He brushed a light kiss against her forehead.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I miss you. It’s been so long, too long.” Ryan tucked his shirt in, but his pants were still tented. He ran a hand down his face.
“It takes two. I shouldn’t have teased you.”
The guilt struck deep in her belly. She should know better. Hell, she did know better. And yet, this man drove all reason from her mind. All she longed to do was lose herself in his sparkling brown eyes, in the feel of his skin beneath her fingers, in the sound of her name on his lips. She had it bad. Bad enough she’d made out with a guy. At work. Twice!
“Tell me I can come over this weekend.” He stroked her cheek.
“If you keep touching me like that, we’re going to do something beyond inappropriate.”
“Promises, promises.”
But he stopped. Thank god. She missed him too, but this was neither the time nor the place.
“With Karina back on Monday, I need the weekend to prep everything so I can bring her up to date on all the accounts.”
“Dammit.”
