“Thank you,” I whispered against her lips. “I’ll be in touch soon.”
For good measure, I kissed her again because she tasted like something I could never get enough of. It almost pained me when I loosened my hold and released her.
A small sigh escaped her lips before she turned away. My heart beat against my ribcage, and I grinned. She was trying to play it off, but the kiss had the same effect on her that it had on me. The pulsing vein in her neck was the giveaway.
“I’ll call you,” I said, heading for the door.
She didn’t look up. “Yeah, okay.”
I chuckled under my breath. Jocelyn wanted to play hard to get. I usually wasn’t the guy who chased women, but she was already mine. She just didn’t know it yet.
I’d made my decision.
“Good to see you, Hallease. Talk soon.” I saluted Jocelyn’s assistant as I exited. She waved with a slight smile on her face before turning back to her computer screen.
I felt ten feet tall as I strolled down the hallway toward the main entrance of the brownstone converted into office buildings. All that from a few short kisses. Who knew what it would be like when we—
“Excuse me,” a male voice said, cutting into my thoughts. The guy had walked right into me. Or maybe it was me that walked into him. I was so distracted with thoughts about Jocelyn, I hadn’t even seen him.
I nodded. “No problem.” He continued down the hall. “Focus, Alvarez,” I told myself, just like my high school track coach used to whenever I wasn’t paying attention.
Yet, even as I climbed into my car, I couldn’t keep my mind from circling back to her.
It was time to give Corey another call.
Chapter 13
Jocelyn
“Your three o’clockis here to see you,” Hallease chimed in my ear.
“Good. Give me five minutes.”
I ended the call and placed the folder with the articles about the fires in the top drawer of my desk. I was already angry enough with whoever this arsonist was for what they’d done to my brother. The fact that this person killed at least one innocent child and the chances of him being a firefighter lit a match under my belt. The thought of a person tasked with helping people using their know-how to harm others was some bullshit. I wanted this bastard caught more than ever.
Then there was the situation with Don.
I brushed my fingertips across my lips and shivered as I replayed the way he kissed me. He kissed like he had something to prove. Or more like he had nothing to prove, and he knew it.
Yeah, it’s the latter.
If he kissed like that, what the hell was it like when he fucked? I hated that my mind wandered into forbidden territory.
Less than twenty-four hours ago, I’d told myself not to get caught up in any emotions for Don, and there I was, wondering what sex with him would be like. Truth was, I didn’t have to wonder too much. I knew it’d be amazing.
I palmed my face and groaned. This thing with Don felt as if it were unstoppable, despite my misgivings. Whenever he was around my perfectly logical explanations for why I shouldn’t get involved with him, fell by the wayside.
I had to remember that I’d already fallen once for a charming, handsome, and ambitious man. In the end, I’d paid for it with a broken heart and crushed dreams of a future together. I wasn’t about to get suckered again.
Decision made, I stood and left for the main lobby. I was meeting a new potential client of mine.
“Mr. Carson?” I asked, looking over at the man sitting on the sofa, reading through the pages of the latest US Weekly.
He glanced up, smiling before he stood to his full height of around six feet. “Yes, but please call me Randy.”
I approached him and held out my hand. “You can call me Jocelyn. Right, this way.”
I waved a finger over my shoulder for him to follow.
