was pressed ful -body against him, achingly aware of every hot, hard inch of him. I kissed him back as if I could eat him alive. My skin was damp and too sensitive, my breasts heavy and tender. My clit throbbed for attention, pounding along with my raging heartbeat.
I was vaguely aware of movement, and then the couch was against my back. Cross was levered over me with one knee on the cushion and the other foot on the floor. His left arm supported his torso while his right hand gripped the back of my knee, sliding upward along my thigh in a firmly possessive glide.
His breath hissed out when he reached the point where my garter clipped to the top of my silk stocking.
He tore his gaze away from mine and looked down, pushing my skirt higher to bare me from the waist down.
“Jesus, Eva.” A low rumble vibrated in his chest, the primitive sound sending goose bumps racing across my skin. “Your boss is damned lucky he’s gay.” In a daze, I watched Cross’s body lower to mine, my legs sliding apart to accommodate the width of his hips. My muscles strained with the urge to lift toward him, to hasten the contact between us that I’d been craving since I first laid eyes on him. Lowering his head, he took my mouth again, bruising my lips with a fine edge of violence.
Abruptly, he yanked himself away, stumbling to his feet.
I lay there gasping and wet, so wil ing and ready.
Then I realized why he’d reacted so fiercely.
Someone was behind him.
Mortified by the sudden intrusion into our privacy, I scrambled up and back into the armrest, yanking down my skirt.
“…two o’clock appointment is here.”
It took an endless moment to realize Cross and I were stil alone in the room, that the voice I’d heard had come through a speaker. Cross stood at the far end of the sofa, flushed and scowling, his chest heaving. His tie was loosened and the fly of his slacks strained against a very impressive erection.
I had a nightmare vision in my head of what I must look like. And I was late getting back to work.
“Christ.” He shoved both hands through his hair. “It’s the middle of the fucking day. In my goddamn fucking office!”
I got to my feet and tried to straighten my appearance.
“Here.” He came to me, yanking my skirt up again.
Furious at what I’d almost let happen when I should be at work, I smacked at his hands. “Stop it. Leave me alone.”
“Shut up, Eva,” he said grimly, catching the hem of my black silk blouse and tugging it into place, adjusting it so that the buttons once again formed a straight row between my breasts. Then he pul ed down my skirt, smoothing it with calm, expert hands. “Fix your ponytail.”
Cross retrieved his coat, shrugging into it before adjusting his tie. We reached the door at the same time and when I crouched to fetch my purse, he lowered with me.
He caught my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Hey,” he said softly. “You okay?”
My throat burned. I was aroused and mad and thoroughly embarrassed. I’d never in my life lost my mind like that. And I hated that I’d done so with
I jerked my chin away. “Do I
“You look beautiful and fuckable. I want you so badly it hurts. I’m dangerously close to taking you back to the couch and making you come ’til you beg me to stop.”
“Can’t accuse you of being silver- tongued,” I muttered, aware that I wasn’t offended. In fact, the rawness of his hunger for me was a serious aphrodisiac. Clutching the strap of my purse, I stood on shaky legs. I needed to get away from him. And, when my workday was done, I needed to be alone with a big glass of wine.
Cross stood with me. “I’l be done by five. I’l come get you then.”
“No, you won’t. This doesn’t change anything.”
“The hel it doesn’t.”
“Don’t be arrogant, Cross. I lost my head for a second, but I stil don’t want what you want.” His fingers curled around the door handle. “Yes, you do. You just don’t want it the way I want to give it to you.
So, we’l revisit and revise.”
More business. Cut-and-dried. My spine stiffened.
I set my hand over his and yanked on the handle, ducking under his arm to squeeze out the door. His secretary shoved quickly to his feet, gaping, as did the woman and two men who were waiting for Cross. I heard him speak behind me.
“Scott wil show you into my office. I’l be just a moment.”
He caught me by reception, his arm crossing my lower back to grip my hip. Not wanting to make a scene, I waited until we were by the elevators to pul away.
He stood calmly and hit the cal button. “Five o’clock, Eva.”
I stared at the lighted button. “I’m busy.”
“Tomorrow, then.”
“I’m busy al weekend.”
Stepping in front of me, he asked tightly, “With whom?”
