She shook her head and then I was kissing her again.
Her hands came up to grip my shirt, pulling me closer. My hands dropped to her waist and pulled her against me. She reached behind her and shut the door.
I pushed her against it and slammed the lock shut.
I kissed her like a man starved. Like she was oxygen and I’d been drowning. Her mouth opened under mine and I took full advantage, deepening the kiss until we were both breathless.
My hands slid up from her waist, one moving to cup the back of her neck while the other pressed against the door beside her head. I needed to anchor myself somewhere because everything felt like it was spinning out of control.
A soft moan vibrated through her and it nearly undid me.
I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, and those dark green eyes were looking at me with an expression that I knew mirrored my own.
If we were about to mistake, we would make it together.
CHAPTER 21
INA
I’d kissed my fair share of people in my life. A high school boyfriend in his pickup truck. A college theater boy who thought he was the next Ryan Gosling. A few awkward first dates in Wyoming that had ended with polite pecks.
None of them had prepared me for kissing Dane Kavanagh.
His mouth was hot against mine, demanding but not aggressive, and when his hands tightened on my waist and pulled me closer, I forgot how to think. Forgot where we were. Forgot every reason this was a terrible idea.
I was dimly aware that we were in his office. I didn’t care.
All I cared about was the way Dane kissed like he’d been starving for me. His lips were softer than any man should have and his kiss was all-consuming.
His hands moved from my waist to my face, cupping my cheeks with a gentleness that contrasted with the intensity of his mouth. I nearly came undone.
Was it possible to orgasm from nothing more than a kiss? We hadn’t even made it to second base and I was seriously ready to explode. The wanton groan that escaped me was completely involuntary.
He growled in response and deepened the kiss. His body pinned mine to the door. I could feel his heart racing as fast as mine.
But it wasn’t his rapidly beating heart that excited me. It was that hard length I felt pressed against my lower belly.
My hands found their way under the henley he wore. The second my palms connected with the skin stretched across his defined abs, his body jerked. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and unfocused.
“Ina,” he said, and his voice was wrecked.
“Don’t you dare say we need to stop.”
“I was going to say we need to slow down.” But even as he said it, his hands were sliding down to my hips and pulling our lower bodies together. He was making it very hard to think clearly. “Because if we don’t slow down, I’m going to do something that definitely crosses the line.”
That should have been a bucket of cold water. Instead, it was gasoline on a housefire. I pulled him back down for another kiss.
He made a sound that was half-laugh, half-groan, and kissed me back for a few more seconds before pulling away again with what looked like genuine effort.
“Ina, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” He stepped back, putting space between us. His chest heaved up and down before he ran both hands through his hair. It stuck up at odd angles, completely destroying his usual careful styling. “You have to stop looking at me like that or I’m going to forget every good reason we have to stop.”
“What if I don’t want to stop?”
“Then you’re going to have to be the responsible one, because I’m about two seconds away from throwing every principle I have out the window.”
I took a shaky breath and tried to pull myself together. He was right. We were in his office. At work. Anyone could see us.This was reckless and dangerous and I understood he had some strong objections to sleeping with his employees.
I didn’t want to make him break his own rule. But I was only human, and he was so damn sexy.
