“I didn’t want to be interrupted. I want to hear what it is you have to say to me.”
My mouth drops as he takes another step toward me.
“Didyou have something to say to me?” he asks.
I swallow hard and shake my head. He’s cocky and powerful right now. It’s a heady combination.
“Have I told you lately just how beautiful you are?”
I shake my head nervously.
“I should tell you more often. I think I need to tell you how I feel all the time, don’t you agree?” he asks as he closes the gap between us.
“Finn, I—”
“I’m glad you’re here. I didn’t get a chance to answer your question this morning.”
Why is he so confident? Why does he walk and talk sex? Why didn’t I notice it before? Why does he make my knees weak? Did I ask him a question? Why can’t I think around him?
He takes a final step toward me and I take a step back into his desk. There’s nowhere else to go but here.
“You asked me what I wanted from you.”
I nod my head as his suit jacket brushes up against my blouse. He takes my chin in his fingers. God, his eyes are blue. He’s an endless sky that I could get lost in.
“What I want, Liz, is to convince you with my words and my lips to be with me. Let me in. Let me be what you need.”
“You’d have to use your lips to use words. That’s redundant,” I manage to stammer.
He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. They’re dark and full of heat. “I wasn’t planning on using them to speak.”
I stare up into his eyes. He’s returning the intensity I feel. Could he want me as much as I want him? Something comes over me and I pull him into a kiss.
He moans lightly and places his hand on the back of my neck, holding me in place on his mouth. My body weakens as his tongue slides against mine. I lean back and onto his desk, sliding on top of it. He lays me down and presses himself into me. I lift my leg and my skirt jacks up to my waist. His hand slides from my calf to my upper thigh as he kisses me. I want him.
I grab his tie in my hands and pull him farther into me. I hear papers crunching beneath us, but it doesn’t stop us or slow us down.
“Touch me,” I whisper.
“Oh fuck yes,” he mumbles as his hand slides up my skirt to cup my ass.
There’s a knock on the door. “Mr. Walsh? Your one o’clock is waiting in the conference room.”
I gasp.
His hand is on my ass and his lips are still pressed to mine. “I’ll be right there.”
I push on his chest, causing him to rise and release me.
“Holy shit! What was I thinking?” I mumble, shoving past him and straightening my skirt.
He turns around and pulls me to him. “You were thinking what I was thinking for once.”
“Finn, I—”
He kisses me again and as much as I want to pull away, I can’t do it.
“I’m glad you came to see me,” he whispers.
