“My favorite certainly does.”
Her breath hitched as he slid his hand behind her neck then kissed her. Damn, this man heated her up and sent chills through her all at the same time. How was that even possible? He skimmed his tongue over her top lip and she opened for him. Excitement coursed through her veins like a virus. He got inside her blood so easily, but she wasn’t sure she wanted a cure. It was more than she’d ever felt with anyone else.
The rough skin of his fingers skimmed up her back. How had her blouse gotten untucked? His addictive lips plundering her mouth had kept her busy while his hands moved in. She didn’t have the will to make them stop. Didn’t want them to stop.
“You drive me crazy with all the little sounds you make.” His voice in her ear snapped herback to earth.
Sounds? What was she doing? This was her office. Her place of business.
A soft knock sounded on the door followed by it opening. Scott twirled her around so she was closer to the desk and hidden from view. Good thing, the first few buttons on her blouse had somehow come undone. She’d almost come undone.
“Ms. Silva, I’m sorry to bother you, but your next appointment is here.”
“Thank you, Wendy. Get them settled in the conference room and I’ll bethere shortly.”
The door closed and she sagged against the firm chest in front of her. “I need to straighten up. I must be a mess.”
“Not from where I’m standing,” he said, his thumb caressing her cheek. “I think you look amazing, as always. Like you’ve been thoroughly kissed.”
Oh, God, she had been. This man didn’t do things by half measure. Taking a deep breath, she tried to get herselfunder control.
“I’m glad you stopped by to share the good news with me. In all the excitement I forgot to tell you I had one of my employees do some digging on who owned the building before us.”
“The bank did. That’s why it was at auction.”
Twisting her hair back into its neat bun, she glared at him. “Yes, but the reason they had it was because the previous owner is in prison and wasn’t able to pay the taxes. I’ve got his name right here.” Turning around, she grabbed the slip of paper from her desk. Scott moved right behind her and slid his hands around her waist, his nose nuzzling her neck.
“I’ll check it out. Thanks.”
“I need to get to my client.” It was the last thing she wanted right now, but standing here kissing Scott wouldn’t keep hermortgage paid.
“How about I take you to dinner tonight to celebrate my release from prison?” he said as she tucked her top back into her skirt. “We can discuss the project if you feel the need to keep things business between us. Or we can ditch the work conversation and simply enjoy each other’s company.”
Doing up the buttons on her blouse, he added, “Your call.”
How she wanted to enjoy his company and forget all about the crap that had been happening. Throwing caution to the wind, she nodded.
“Sounds nice.I’d like that.”
“And I’d like nothing better than to continue what we were doing here, but I know you’ve got work to do. I’ll pick you up at your house around seven.Is that good?”
“Perfect.” Standing on her toes, she kissed his cheek and left the room. As she walked past Wendy, the woman blushed then started to apologize.
“I’m so sorry—”
“It’s fine, Wendy. Next time use the intercom, though.” She couldn’t blame her. Mixing pleasure at her place of business had never been an issue before. But Scott had a habit of making her throw out all the rules she’d always lived by.
