Still searching her bag, she wrinkled her nose, impatience obvious in her stance. “Details? What are you talking about, Sam?”
He moved into her personal space and adjusted his footing, until her legs were trapped inside his. “Maybe you shouldn’t call just yet.” His words sounded suggestive and gained her attention.
She flicked him a glance. When her gaze met his, her movements stilled, awareness dawning on her face. “Oh.” Her eyes lit up, obviously reading the passion brewing inside him and rising to the surface.
Gaze riveted, he smiled a slow sensual smile that told her in no uncertain terms the naughtily delicious idea he was entertaining.
Her breathing grew shallow, her green eyes clouded. Straightening her spine, she made a move to push her hair off her face. Sam reached out and stopped her, liking the way it hung forward, the tips brushing over her nipples. Nipples that had, under his smoldering gaze, started to swell and poke against her thin silk blouse.
As he concentrated on those luscious peaks, his grin dissolved. The air around them charged. Sam had never felt such a powerful pull before. The chemistry between them was explosive, unlike anything he’d ever experienced.
His voice dropped an octave. “I was thinking, Cat.” He surfed his finger over her cheek, and lower, over her blouse, stopping around the vicinity of her first button. “If we’re going to be locked in here for hours, I was thinking we should use this window of opportunity to test your responses again.” He got quiet for a moment, letting her digest the information and warm to the idea. Then, as an afterthought, he added, “Since we blew it last night.”
“Twice,” Cat added with a nervous, yet anticipatory giggle.
Sexual energy jetted between them and heated the room. Sam twined his arm around her, tugged her blouse out from her skirt, and splayed his fingers over the small of her back. His thumb stole over her sensitive skin in a gentle brush. She shuddered as her flesh came alive from his intimate caress. He loved the way she wanted him, the way her body beckoned his touch.
“Mmm, you’re so soft, Cat.” The heat from her naked flesh reached out to him and seeped under his skin as he pulled her impossibly closer, anchoring her curvy hips to his.
Cat’s hands joined the play. She put them on either side of his waist and pressed against him. Her lashes fluttered as she tipped her chin to look into his eyes.
“Sam, we’re in the storage closet at my work.” Her voice had taken on a sultry, sexy edge. “This is risky.” Her protest lacked conviction, and they both knew it. “What if we get caught?” Sam noted that her words said one thing, but the curiosity and excitement dancing in her eyes told an entirely different story.
“What if we don’t?” His rough voice gave way to soft persuasion. Fueled by need, he put his mouth close to hers. Their breaths mingled.
Cat got quiet for a moment and then her gaze traveled to his eyes, assessing him. “So this is for work, Sam? For research?” Her breathy whisper covered him like a warm summer breeze, giving him goose bumps. She’d actually given him goose bumps, for Christ sake. No one had ever given him goose bumps before.
Sam suddenly felt as if his whole world shifted when her honest, honey-flecked eyes searched his for answers. The connection between them was tremendous and he knew his need for her was reaching an all new high.
“No,” he answered, deciding she deserved the truth. “I want you, Cat,” he admitted honestly. “I’ve wanted you for a long time now.”
Her eyes dimmed with desire. She smiled up at him. Something about the intimate, emotional way she looked at him nearly stopped his heart.
“I want you too, Sam.”
He dipped his head and filled his lungs with her scent. “Good,” he whispered into her hair, pulling and pushing at her clothes, hands skimming her curves, unable to get enough. Her soft purr resonated through his body. “Then I’m all yours. You may do with me as you wish,” he said, his voice full of teasing warmth. “And don’t feel the need to be gentle.” Sam grabbed her bag and slipped it from her shoulder, letting it fall to the floor with a clunk, forgotten. “Because sometimes I like it rough.”
“Only one problem,” Cat said.
He slid his fingers through her hair and angled her head. He pressed his mouth into the hollow of her throat and breathed a kiss over her skin. Cat moaned and arched into him.
His heart pounded erratically. God, he needed to touch her and taste her all over. He gave a low growl then rushed on. “No Cat, trust me, there’s no problem. Everything is perfect,” he assured her, certain that if she stopped him, the heat coursing through his veins would cause him to go up in a burst of flames. “Turn that inquisitive mind of yours off and stop thinking.”
“But you said I had to wait twenty-four hours between stimulation before I can take the serum. If you stimulate me now, I won’t be able to take the serum tonight.”
God, it was just like her to be concerned about his future at a time like this. It warmed him to the depths of his soul. Cat Nichols probably wasn’t the kind of girl who’d up and leave a guy when something bigger and better came along either. Whoa! Where had that thought come from? Waging a war with his emotions, Sam pushed that thought far away, not wanting to go there, just wanting to enjoy each other for the moment before it all disappeared. And it would disappear. It always did. He’d learned long ago, he didn’t have what it took to keep a woman around.
With a long savoring stroke, he licked her neck and inhaled her intoxicating scent. He ached to
