I close the small distance between us, my eyes never leaving his. His gaze darkens as I come closer, and when my hands reach out to land on his chest, a rumble of satisfaction leaves him.
“Alex,” I whisper.
“Yes, Savannah?”
“Kiss me, please.”
“Gladly.”
Our lips collide, our bodies fusing together. His tongue probes my mouth and I open to him readily. His hands cup my head, then one moves down my back and begins to untwist my braid. When my hair is loose, he pulls back slightly.
“Beautiful. So beautiful,” he murmurs before his fingers thread into my hair and he pulls me back to his kiss.
My hands are trapped between us, but I use the opportunity to explore his torso, tracing the ripples of muscle with my fingers. When I graze over his nipples, even through his shirt, I feel them tighten.
I’m filled with need — desperate, throbbing need. But when I go to the bottom of his shirt, intent on lifting it off his body, he stops me, his hands encircling my wrists as he takes a step back.
“No, love. Not yet.”
I pout. “Why? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” I waggle my eyebrows before trying to reach for his shirt. But he stops me again.
“Stop torturing me, you temptress,” he growls.
It’s my turn to step back. His rejection stings, just a little. He must sense that, because he pulls me into his chest, tucking my head under his chin and wrapping his arms around me, holding me tightly.
“It’s not for lack of desire. But you deserve better than a quick fuck.”
I turn my head to look up at him, incredulous at what he’s just said.
“Seriously? I figured that was all you ever did with a woman.” I wince when I see a flash of hurt cross his face.
“That may have been true before, but not this time.”
I’m confused. Hope wars with trepidation. I take a step back, immediately missing his embrace, but needing the space between us.
“Why, Alex? What’s different about me?” I ask, uncertain if I’m ready for his response.
“Everything. Everything is different with you.” The way he says this with such reverence stops me in my tracks. Never in a million years would I have guessed that Alexander Devlin would want to date me.
“Let me try this the proper way, please,” he says, and there’s an openness to his tone that I’ve never heard before.
I bite my lip, and his eyes darken again. He does want me; I can tell from the way his body responds to me. But what he’s asking for is more than just casual sex.
“Okay,” I whisper.
He grins, then takes my face in his large hands and brings me in for another long, deep kiss. When we separate, we’re both breathing heavily, and the temperature of the room seems to have climbed a few degrees. Alex runs his fingers through his hair, then grins at me.
“I’ll see you at the office, Savannah.”
Then, with a flash of that delicious wink of his, he turns and leaves. When my door shuts behind him, I let out a loud groan of frustration as I drop into one of the stools at my kitchen counter and let my head fall down onto the cool stone. It abates the desire thrumming through my body only slightly, and I know without a doubt that I’ll need to take the edge off my arousal before I face him again. If I don’t, I’ll probably do something stupid, like strip off my clothes and jump him in the middle of the office.
Bad idea Savannah, bad.
I grab another donut out of the box and tear off a large bite. Maybe I can drown out my lust with sugar?
By the time I arrive at the office over an hour later, Alex appears calm and unruffled. He’s in the small conference room with Brayden and someone else, and all I can see is his profile. That strong jaw, covered in the perfect amount of scruff, his hair that is still classy, yet tousled, and his tight torso, held snugly by a crisp white button-down shirt.
Sweet glory hallelujah, that man’s appeal is like catnip.
