“Oops,” Alex says.
I look up at him.
God, he’s cute.
And I really want to kiss him some more.
I just can’t do it here.
I push him back and scoot off the desk, kneeling to gather the pens. As I stand with the intact pen holder and set it on her desk again I say, “Sorry. I can’t make a mess on Sutton’s desk.”
He groans and steps close, cupping my face again. “Fuck, I want to make a mess of you.”
My eyes widen as sparks snap along my nerve endings. “That sounds really dirty.”
“Good. That’s exactly how I meant it.”
I grip the front of his shirt and pull him down, kissing him this time.
He lifts his head several delicious moments later, but not nearly long enough. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this man’s mouth.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
I nod. “Yes.”
“Will you trust me to do something for you without expecting anything in return?” he asks.
“I don’t?—”
“Wildflower,” he says, his voice husky and chiding. “You do things for people all day long every single day. You trust thatthey care about you, but you still feel this need to do things for them. I’m asking you to trust that I want to do something for you, and I don’t want anything in return. In fact, if you try to do anything for me, I’ll be upset and think it means that youdon’ttrust me.”
“Wha…?” I stop and wet my lips. “What do you want to do?”
“If you trust me, you’ll let me just show you.”
So that’s the real question. Do I trust him enough for this? To do something without telling me what it is beforehand? And then to not feel obligated to repay him or somehow even things up?
“Wildflower,” he says, his voice coaxing, tempting. “Let me do this.”
I say the only thing I can. “Okay.”
Alex makes a little groaning noise that almost sounds like relief. Then he kisses me again. “Where’syourdesk?” Alex asks against my mouth.
“In there,” I say, breathless. I motion toward my office.
He sweeps me up and starts for my doorway.
Wow, I love when he picks me up. The muscles, the hard chest, the warm body, theyou’re minefeeling. We could do just this, and I’d be really happy.
Except, I think I have an idea of what’s going to happen, andthat’sgoing to make me really happy too.
I know it’s not going to help my infatuation. But I don’t tell him no.
He pauses just across the threshold. “I’m gonna need some light.”
I reach over and flip the switch. I had Mark, the maintenance guy for City Hall, set it up so the wall switch would turn on the lamp on my desk instead of the overhead lights. I much prefer soft yellow light to fluorescent light.
But as the room lights up, Alex doesn’t move. He just stares.
