“Don’t do that to me, sweetheart. You know you’re teasing me.”
She snapped her mouth shut. “You can’t be serious.”
“I wouldn’t never joke about kissing you.” I moved closer to her. “Never joke about anything with you.”
“Slay. Please.” She backed up against the wall of books.
“Please, what?” I placed my hand on her cheek and stroked her soft skin with my thumb. “Please, kiss you? Please, tear your clothes off and make you scream in ecstasy? Sweetheart, you don’t even need to ask.”
“What’s gotten into you?” Her breathing increased, showing her arousal. “This can’t happen.”
“Of course it can. Nobody will see us.” Although, I’d like Alek to catch us with our lips locked, so he’d know she was mine.
“Are you high?” she asked, but she didn’t move away when she could have.
“If I said yes, would you let me kiss you because you think I’m impaired?”
“You’re not on drugs.” She rolled her pretty eyes. Of course, she knew better. Aside from the occasional joint, I never messed with drugs.
“But let’s pretend I am.” Putting my hands on the shelf behind her, I boxed her in and went for it.
My mouth captured hers and I poured everything into the kiss. Kneaded her pillowy soft lips the way I remembered she liked, slow and firm. I rubbed my body against her, but forcing myself not to grind against her. I’d surely go from nothing to exploding in five seconds.
Fifteen years.
It’d been over a dozen years since I had physical contact with her.
Fifteen torturous years.
After this, I wouldn’t be able to stay away from her again.
Her hands went on my waist, her fingers curling around the loops of my jeans. She firmly held onto me, and it felt fucking incredible to be wanted by her.
What was even better were the little sounds she made as she got caught up in the moment. A perfect mix of neediness and arousal. It turned me on big time and I pushed for more. If she wanted me to stop, she’d have to tell me.
Pushing my tongue into her mouth, I took control. Nothing would stop me now. I wouldn’t even waste a second wondering if Cass had a change of heart or a mental lapse, forgetting that she hated me.
No. Passionate kissing was all I cared about.
“Cassandra,” the man she’d been laughing with said in his Russian accent.
Fuck me. Worst timing ever.
She froze like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar, but not letting go of the cookie. Cass kept our lips locked and her hands on me. Staring up at me, she blinked rapidly. The wheels in her head were cranking slowly as she processed the situation.
“Cassandra,” the Russian bastard said, again. “Do you hear me?”
This time, she jerked her head back and severed our connection as if her brain had registered what we’d been doing.
“I need to get back to work.” She blew out a breath and slipped out from between me and the bookshelf. “Would you like another coffee, Alek?”
My girl didn’t even wait for his reply and scurried away.
The Russian’s laser stare drilled into my head. He didn’t like me. Might even want to hurt me. I dared him to try.
“We were just figuring stuff out,” I told him as I adjusted my cut.
“Looks like you have an understanding,” he replied in his thick accent.
