Her eyes were wide, her lips swollen, and she looked absolutely beautiful. “I’m right here,” she whispered.
“So you are.”
He stood back a bit, letting his gaze cover all of her, and rubbed his palms over her bare skin. Her breath came low and strangled, and he felt himself harden as he slipped his hands up to cup her breasts.
She writhed against him, her passionate, needy movements urging him on, calling to him, making him hotter than he could ever remember being.
“Please.” Her voice was a strangled whisper.
He lowered his mouth to her breast, tasting her, laving her as she moaned beneath him. And then he raised himself, looking deep into her eyes. “Please, what?”
“Now. Dammit, Kyle,now.”
The need in her voice shot straight through him like a lightning bolt, setting his blood on fire. He burned with need, and right then all he needed was her. He had a condom in his wallet, and he bent down, fumbling for it. He slipped it on, then moved back in front of her, cradled in the sweet heaven between her thighs. He cupped her rear, lifting her up as he thrust against her, wanting to go slowly and gently, but she was so slick, so wet, that he thrust inside, needing all of her right then. She cried out “yes” and clutched his back, her fingers digging into his shoulders as they rocked together, a sensual dance that would lead them both to heaven.
Her soft moans increased, turning into little cries of passion, and with each sound she uttered, he came that much closer to the edge. Her tight, velvety heat stroked him, and he thrust again and again, claiming her, needing her, his entire body lost in a haze of passion.
The pressure built and built, and when he heard her needy moans turn to cries of satisfaction his release finally came, his body shattering into a million pieces. Then he collapsed against her, rolling her over until they both lay on the heavy oak conference table surrounded by leftovers and a shambles of paper.
She trailed her fingers up and down his back. “That was wonderful,” she said.
He pressed a light kiss to her breast. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she said, her voice soft and dreamy. “As a matter of fact, I think I’d like to do that again.” She looked at him all wide-eyed and innocent. He had to grin. She wasn’t innocent. Not at all.
And he was more than happy to comply with her request.
* * *
THEY SPENT TWO HOURSmaking love and by the time Mel settled back into the padded conference room chair to focus on the papers once again, she was thoroughly sated. She knew she should work, but she was curious about this man, and so she watched him, idly tapping the eraser of her pencil on the tabletop.
He looked up, his eyes bright with amusement. “If you can’t concentrate, I can think of something else we can do.”
“Tempting,” she said, “but I think I need a little break.”
“Girls,” he said. “No stamina.”
She tossed the pencil at him. “Okay, Mr. Macho Man. Tell me how you got into this security stuff in the first place.”
He leaned back in his chair. “I guess it startedwith my parents,” he said. “They were diplomats, so we lived in embassies all over the world. I used to chat up all the security guys and military police and stuff. That was the only thing I liked about that life. The best times were coming here to spend a month or two with my grandmother.”
“Where are your parents now?”
“Retired. Switzerland.”
“Nice.”
He nodded. “At any rate, I guess my childhood fascination rubbed off, because I wanted to be a cop.” He flashed a mischievous grin. “Actually, I think I would have preferred your profession. The rush of adrenaline, the thrill of getting away with something. Except for that whole illegal thing, I’d say you had the perfect career.”
“Yeah, that downside was unfortunate,” she said, deadpan.
She could tell he was fighting a grin. “At any rate, I did the cop thing for about ten years, then realized that I hated reporting to someone else. I’d grown up pretty independently and I have trust fund money, so I quit the force and opened my own security business.” He spread his hands wide to encompass the office. “The rest is history.”
“You already told me you’ve been friends with Brent forever,” she said, “but what about your otherfriends? Anybody I’m going to meet tomorrow night that I should know about? What about old girlfriends? Ex-wives?”
“My family’s big, but my actual circle is pretty small,” he said. “We moved so much, and then I’ve only been back in Orange County for a couple of years. As for wives…” He made a face. “Got close once. Didn’t stick.” He focused on her. “What about you?”
“Never even got close,” she said. “And as for friends…” She shrugged. “It’s hard to make really close friends when you have a huge secret hanging over you.”
