With little choice in the matter, Sam complied and high-tailed it down the street behind her. Like a dog on the chase, he followed Cat between two towering buildings.
“Where are we going?” His voice came out gruff, hating that he had to dart from the protestor, especially if the son of a bitch was responsible for the threatening note. Even though he would have preferred to get to the bottom of this, here and now, gut instinct told him avoiding a direct confrontation was his best course of action. The last thing he needed was his name splashed across the morning headlines, especially when the media attention had just begun to die down.
“There’s a back door to the office. We’ll go in there and wait it out.” Cat reached into her tote bag and pulled out her identification card. She ran it through an electronic lock and pushed the heavy metal door open. “In here.”
She stepped in and Sam followed. With her fingers pressed to her lips she whispered, “I’m not supposed to be doing this, so don’t make any noise.”
He put his mouth close to her ear. The scent of succulent orange and fruity shampoo reached his nostrils. He inhaled. Damn, he could just eat her up and go back for seconds. “I don’t want to get you into trouble,” he whispered.
She mouthed the words, “It’s okay. Follow me.”
Shadowing her, Sam stepped into what appeared to be a small storage room.
“The door, Sam–”
Before she had a chance to finish her sentence, Sam gripped the knob, and with a hard tug, pulled the wooden door shut behind them, blanketing them in darkness.
“Sam, no.”
Confused by the distress in her tone, he turned in the direction of her voice. “What?”
Cat groaned. “Tell me you didn’t pull that tight.”
Obviously missing something, Sam blinked, trying to focus on her, but unable to see anything in the pitch dark. “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
Cat cursed under her breath. Sexy little breathy cussing words that actually turned him on. Not that it took much these days. Christ, what kind of a guy got turned on by swearing? Actually, it really didn’t matter what Cat said. She could scream at him in a foreign language and it would still arouse him. Just the sound of her melodic voice turned him on.
Wouldn’t Doctor Phil have a field day with that one?
“The latch is broken,” she said.
Sam felt her slide past him, enjoying the way her body brushed against his. She toyed with the door handle then blew out a resigned breath.
“Great. We’re stuck.”
“Stuck?”
“Yeah, stuck. The latch is broken and the damn doorframe is swollen from all the rain and high humidity we’ve had recently. Maintenance was supposed to be here two days ago. They’re not known for their promptness.”
Sam tried the door. It didn’t budge. He put his shoulder into it but to no avail; it still didn’t open. Running his hand along the wall, Sam groped for a light switch. “Now I suppose you’re going to tell me the light is burnt out too.”
Cat flicked the switch. Sam blinked and winced. “Thanks for the warning.”
She shot him an apologetic glance. “Sorry.” Turning her attention to her tote bag, she rooted through it and pulled out her half-peeled orange, setting it on top of the filing cabinet.
The arousing scent assailed his senses and curled around him, bringing back heated memories of the intoxicating taste of her mouth, and the unique feminine taste between her thighs.
Sam’s stomach growled. His mouth salivated as his hunger for her clawed its way to the surface. His dick grew hard. A slow burning fire trickled through his veins.
He watched Cat, hair falling forward, intense concentration on her face. His heart did a curious little jump as her beauty stole his next breath. Her pretty pink tongue darted out and swiped at her bottom lip. God, she looked so gorgeous. Her sensual movements bombarded him with foreign emotions. His muscles tightened with lust and need.
“What are you doing?” His voice came out a little deep, a little gruff as he envisioned himself getting reacquainted with those luscious lips of hers.
Both sets.
Sam had the distinct impression that if he touched her again, kissed her, and sank his engorged cock into her slick heat, it would ultimately get the little wildcat deeper into his system, not out, like he’d originally anticipated. He should pull back, he really should. Before they crossed some imaginary intimacy line and she touched him on another level.
She sounded flustered. “I’m looking for my cell phone. I have to call someone to get us out.” She shivered. “I’m claustrophobic.”
Sam reached into his jeans, his fingers curling around his cell phone. He pressed a button, turning it off.
“Where the hell is my phone?” Cat grumbled under her breath as pens and notepads spilled to the floor.
It occurred to Sam that calling for help was not his first priority. He swallowed and stepped closer, crowding her. So much for his plan to pull back. Around Cat he became blindsided by need and his control crumbled like burnt toast.
Anticipation coursed through him as his gaze flitted across her body. He felt a rush of sexual energy, similar to the one he’d gotten in Jessica Johnson’s little kissing closet back in junior high. It felt as naughtily delicious now as it did back then. Only this time, kissing wouldn’t even begin to sate his hunger.
Taking pause, Sam considered their predicament a moment longer. Two hours ago he’d never expected to be locked in a storage closet with Cat, sporting the mother of all boners. He had to admit, his day was taking a turn for the better.
“Are you telling me no one can get in or out? That we could be stuck in here for hours?” His mind raced and filled with all the deliciously wicked things he could do to that lush body in those few hours.
She snorted and gave him a look suggesting he was two pages behind. “Haven’t you been listening?”
He grinned,
