Faintly, the sound of heels clicking on the floor comes closer until the footsteps stop right at the doorway. I brace myself, knowing it’s her.
“What are you still doing here?” The words sound choked as they leave her lips.
I set my pen down and watch her enter the room where she sets a stack of photocopied papers on the other desk. My eyes roam discreetly over her for about the thousandth time today. She’s wearing a fantastic dress that has been taunting me all damn day. It fits her just right, hinting at the curves that lie beneath. Curves I want to get my hands on. Badly. “I was waiting for you. I thought—” I close my eyes for a few seconds, inhaling deeply. The way she’s raking her teeth over her lip is really fucking distracting. I exhale and open my eyes again. “I thought we should probably talk.”
She continues to abuse her lower lip, chewing on it, and subsequently drawing my eyes right to her mouth. “I don’t know what to say.”
I smile and stand up. “I’m not sure I do, either, but—” I rub my palm over the stubble on my cheek. “I feel like even though we kind of talked about it via text, maybe I should say something in person.”
She’s so fucking gorgeous I almost can’t stand it. Her cheeks have turned ever-so-slightly pink, and she’s having an awful lot of trouble looking me in the eye. I think in her position, I’d find it difficult to be the first to say anything, so that leaves this up to me.
“I wonder if maybe we should just admit that there’s an attraction between us. It may make things easier. Acknowledge the elephant in the room, you know?” I stare intently at her as her eyes flicker shut, her long lashes fanning over the tops of her cheeks. I imagine that’s just how she’d look if I were to put my lips on hers.
Flames flare in my veins and burst to life, rushing through me. She hasn’t done anything but stand here with me, and I don’t know if I can handle the heat raging between us.
I watch her chest rise and fall a few times before I step closer. “Hadleigh.” Her name rasps from my throat, a plea. At the sound, her eyes open again, and she looks almost startled that I’ve come close to her.
My heart beats so hard, I swear I can hear it in the blood racing throughout my body. It’s a steady, insistent rhythm that pounds through every cell for her and her alone.
Before I know what I’m doing, my hand coasts over her hip, my palm flattening against the small of her back, tugging her closer. So close. I look down at her, not sure what to make of the intensity in her eyes. They’re a dark brown abyss that I think I’m about to get lost in, and I can’t figure any way around it except to surrender to what we both so clearly want. Desire always tastes sweeter when it’s forbidden. And this thing between us? This feels wrong but at the same time so right.
Control snaps. Our mouths crash together, colliding in a tangled twist of lips, teeth, and tongues. Our bodies slam together too, hands immediately stroking over each other. It’s passion, hunger, and lust all wrapped up into one neat package. She’s so hot, writhing against me, her lips moving on mine, trying her best to somehow get closer to me. She grips my hand in hers and places it on her breast. With an agonized groan, I squeeze, then rub my palm over her nipple until it forms a stiff peak I can feel through her dress and bra. A tremor rolls through her and she moans, long and low. My dick is at full attention, branding her stomach right through our clothing.
She throws her head back, panting, and my mouth descends on her neck to feast. I leave open-mouthed kisses everywhere, savoring the taste of her skin like I’ve been hungering for her my whole life. And I have—I’ve been starving for her. She’s everything I want—everything I’ve been dreaming of.
“Sawyer.” She’s all breathy and hot as her hands grab my ass and hold on tightly, connecting our bodies as intimately as possible with our clothing still in the way. The heat radiating from her is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I suck her earlobe into my mouth, and she whimpers, her whole body straining impossibly closer to mine.
Crash.
A noise in the hallway has us jumping apart so fast you’d think we’d burned each other.
For a few beats we stand there and stare at each other, pupils dilated, breath ragged and shallow.
Hadleigh blinks a few times, finally gathers herself, and peeks out into the hallway. “Oh, hey, Trey. You scared me.”
A man’s voice, slightly muffled, says, “Sorry, Ms. Beckett. I didn’t know anyone was still here. The mop got away from me. Do you mind if I clean the floors in there?”
“Nope, not at all. Come on in.” She pushes the door all the way open to allow the janitor into the room. “We were just finishing up.”
Were we? Because I know I wasn’t nearly done. I want more of her.
But how do we do that? I can already tell she’s not going to handle the fact that we almost just got caught in the middle of a make
