Bastard.
Fire and fury collide.
My body betrays me, skin heating, lungs struggling for air.
I reach up to tangle my fingers in his short curls. He groans when I tug, the noise echoing deep in my chest.
Kellin’s hands find my waist and hoist me flush against his chest.
Every fiber within me hums with awareness.
Where our bodies connect, every inch of skin tingles.
I can’t remember the last time I craved someone with this degree of intensity.
Not in months. Maybe even years.
In fact, have I ever desired a man this much?
The answer bursts into my head immediately. No.
And now, I’m drowning.
I arch into him, gasping as his hands brand me with their warmth. Burning until my entire being combusts into flames like gasoline ignited by a match.
The desk bites into my back as he pins me with his hips and brushes his lips over mine. Once. Twice. Three times. Teasing me until I writhe with frustration. When I release an aggravated huff, he finally provides the pressure I so desperately crave and slips his tongue inside my mouth, tasting me until I moan. I glide my hands down to his chest, mapping the solid muscles with my palms. The Italian silk slides under my fingertips as I curl them into the smooth fabric.
Once his thumb grazes the pulse point at my throat, all rational thoughts flee. I forget where we are, what we’re doing, who we’re supposed to be, and dissolve into a puddle of need.
Yes, this, now!I want?—
My phone rings, shattering the moment.
The shrill noise echoes and restores my focus. I jerk back, my chest rising and falling too fast.
What am I doing?
I kissed him.
I lethimkissme.
Sure, this scenario is exactly what I hoped for last night. But that doesn’t mean it’s a good idea.
Securing the deal should be my top priority.
I pull away to check the caller ID. Lenora. She doesn’t call this late unless it’s urgent. “Sorry, Kellin. I should?—”
He captures my wrist, closing his hand on mine with immovable pressure. Not hard, but firm, absolute. The grip of a man used to seizing control.
Beneath his fingers, my skin tingles. Awareness floods every nerve.
I wet my lips as my gaze flits over his face.
Kellin’s eyes meet mine. Then—just as quickly—he releases me.
The charming smile returns, along with the guise of the polished businessman. He gestures to my phone, now silent on the desk. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt your work.”
As the oxygen reinflates my starved lungs, I watch him gather the prospectus and notes and organize everything into neat stacks.
