Something shifted on her face, but she nodded. “Best get me to Fang’s office then, hadn’t you?”
She still didn’t get it, I could tell. Even after everything she had been told. She still thought this was all part of keeping her safe. I wasn’t sure how I could make her understand, but I knew I would have to soon.
It wasn’t even the fact that she might run back to my brother. I knew that wasn’t on the cards for her. She would never want to be intimate with me if that was her plan. But sooner or later, we would have to have a serious conversation about her staying here with me. If she wanted to go home, back to the UK, I wasn’t sure what I would do. Follow her? Let her go? I hadn’t actually thought that far ahead. I had never been in this kind of situation before.
“Your wish is my command.” I lifted her easily crossing my arms under her ass as she wrapped those powerful thighs around me. “Hold on, Darcie, because the moment your feet touch the floor, you’re getting naked.”
She laughed again, but she did as she was told. Her warm lips were busy on my throat as I headed towards Fang’s office.
It was a real asshole thing to do. Especially when I knew there would be rooms free upstairs, but there was a certain irony to our first time being on his desk. Fang had tried to fuck me over, tried to make it so Darcie left. And now, our first time together properly would be the place he ate his morning bagel.
“Won’t the door be locked?”
I barely paused. “I hadn’t thought of that,” I admitted, “If it is I’ll fuck you against his door instead.”
***
It wasn’t locked; the door swung open easily. I stepped through, my mouth firmly attached to Darcie’s, our tongues tangling and our breath mingling. Ripping my lips from hers, I grinned down at her. Slowly I lowered her to her feet, my eyes never leaving hers. Darcie looked back at me with wide eyes. There was so much heat in them that it was a miracle I didn’t shoot my load into my boxer shorts right there on the spot.
“Clothes off Darcie.” My voice came out husky, and I cleared my throat loudly. “Let me see you.” I slid the leather down her arms, taking my time about it, my fingers brushing down her bare arms. Goosebumps erupted everywhere I touched. I knew she wasn’t cold, which meant her body’s reaction to me was anticipation.
“You look beautiful, but how does this come off?” My fingers changed direction, skirting along the plunging neckline. “You have too many clothes on, and I did say you would be getting naked the moment your feet touched the rug.” I winked playfully and was rewarded when a knowing smile tilted up the corners of her mouth. “And I never break a promise.”
Her lips parted softly, but for a second, no sound came out. She just stared up at me. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely a whisper. “Buttons in the back.”
My hands were almost trembling as I turned her, moving her long hair over her shoulder so I could reach her easier.
My hands stilled. The buttons were tiny. Much too small for my big hands. I didn’t have the time or patience to undo every single little button that held her clothes in place. I wanted to see her naked. I needed to let my hands and tongue explore every inch of her. And the damn dress was in the way.
Pressing my lips to the back of her shoulder, I felt her shiver. “How attached are you to this dress?”
“I’m not….”
I didn’t let her finish; fisting the flimsy material in my hands, I ripped it apart, tiny buttons flying through the air. Darcie squealed. “Havoc. What the hell?”
“It was taking too long. I couldn’t wait any longer.” I pushed the dress from her shoulders, my movements firm and sure.
This was it, the time I got to actually see all of her naked again. I had been dreaming of this moment. She had wandered into my bar in that floaty dress. I had known at that moment as well that this day would come. It didn’t matter that every single man drinking there that day had the same thoughts.
The moment I had seen her, I knew she would be mine. Not in some soppy, romance movie kind of way. But in this way. The passion had been hidden in her eyes, but I had been able to see it. All she needed was a man like me to bring it out of her,
“Baby…” The words caught in my throat as she turned, wobbling slightly on her heels. My eyes strained to take her all in at once. The full breasts heaving over the lacy cups in a forest green bra, the shapely hips that I couldn’t wait to run my hands over. “Jesus.” I swore softly.
“Sooo.” Her eyes skirted away as she fidgeted on her heels.
As much as I wanted to drink her all in, I couldn’t wait a second longer. My hands closed around her hips, tugging her roughly into my chest. I plundered her mouth with mine. Darcie moaned softly against my lips as I deepened the kiss even more, walking her backwards to the desk by the window.
I didn’t give one shit if Fang’s paperwork was all over it. I was going to show Darcie heaven right here. That would show him.
“Hop up Darcie.” My lips barely left hers as I ordered her up. Her legs went around my thighs without me even asking as she pulled me down on top of her.
It was the kind of kiss that was all need. Desperately we clung together, every movement jerky, almost angry.
There were no more words; there was only passion.
Fire heated my veins as I trailed kisses down her body, my hands were almost clumsy as I scooped her heavy breasts out of the confines of her bra. I cupped them roughly, my tongue swirling around each puckered nipple in turn.
The hands she had in my hair tightened. Her breathing quickened even more as she arched herself from the hard wooden desk.
