Chapter 10 #2
I rub her hand with my thumb, staring at her fingers intertwined with mine. Damn, I want to pull her onto my lap, bury my face between her breasts, and just breathe for a while. “Now tell me about your family.”
She pulls her hand out of mine and stands, walking around the table to lean down and wrap her arms around my shoulders in a hug.
I can’t stop myself, sneaking my arms around her waist and pulling her onto my lap.
She tenses at first, but then relaxes with her face in my neck.
We say nothing until the silence becomes deafening, neither of us moving a muscle in fear of breaking the spell.
“I shouldn’t be on your lap,” she whispers.
“Probably not, but I won’t tell if you won’t.
” I go for the joke while pulling my head back to look her in the eye.
Her pupils are blown, my pheromones lowering her inhibitions—not unlike a frat boy offering a girl another flat, warm beer from the keg.
Moving slowly, I reach up and brush a lock of her hair back from her face.
“Do you have someone waiting for you back home?”
“A boyfriend?” She arches her brow.
“Or a girlfriend.” I shrug. “I don’t judge.”
That makes her smile. “I have neither. Absolutely no one is waiting for me anywhere.”
“I’m not a fellow agent, but an ex-military contractor here for a few weeks.”
“What’s your point?”
Sliding my tongue over my teeth, I set my gaze on her plump lips. “I’ve wanted to kiss you the moment you called me another macho asshole. I’m sure you have rules about dating fellow agents, so I need to remind you I’m not one of them.”
“You might not be an agent, but we’re a team. Right?” Her breasts rise and fall as her blood pumps faster through her veins. She’s turned on, almost as much as I am, and it’s taking everything within her not to give in to what she wants.
“Yes.” I lean forward, closing the gap between our mouths to less than a centimeter. Her breath laced with a hint of bourbon wafts into my nostrils and mixes with her sweet scent.
“Fraternization between teammates gets people killed.” She sucks in her breath as I slide my hand up her spine, her eyes on mine.
“If you’re worried about me, don’t be. And to be perfectly honest, I’ve already decided that if anyone threatens to hurt you, much less lays a finger on you, I’ll kill and bury them before they apologize.”
“That might be the hottest, sweetest, and creepiest thing a man has ever said to me.” She grins.
“Sweet Fates, Doralee. Fucking kiss me.”
I know the moment she gives in by the breath she releases.
Our mouths crash together, lips part, and I slide my tongue inside while wrapping my fingers around the back of her neck.
She tastes like heaven, and my cock jerks under her thigh as my cat prowls in the background, ready to sink his fangs into our mate.
But he needs to fucking wait his turn.
“Wait.” She pulls back, panting for breath. “We can’t.”
“We can.” I nod, lifting her easily off my lap to sit on the edge of the table. Standing, I slip between her legs and frame her face with my hands, bending forward and kissing her breathless again.
She braces herself by planting her palms flat behind her on the tabletop, but she can’t seem to stop her legs from coming up my sides and wrapping behind my ass.
I fist a handful of her hair and pull her head back, trailing kisses down her neck.
Using my free hand, I unzip the top part of her bodysuit, my cock jumping again as I glimpse the round swells of her breasts.
“Fuck me, you are beautiful,” I groan—and not wearing a bra, I think.
She moans. “We shouldn’t.”
“We should.” I press kisses down her breastbone, and lick a path back up her throat to her lips. The decent part of me would heed her pleas of caution, but if anyone were walking down the hallways, I’d hear them before they caught us.
Lying to myself, I think I only want a taste of her right now.
Lying to my cat, I also think I won’t claim her tonight like we want to.
The truth is, it’s too soon, and I’m pretty sure she’d hate me if we crossed that line.
But soon, so fucking soon—I promise all three of us.
“Lock the doors,” she mewls, but I know if I let go of her or remove my lips from her skin, she’ll come to her senses and stop this before it really begins.
Compromising, I lift her ass in my hands. “Wrap your arms around my neck.”
She does and I carry her to both doors while keeping my lips pressed against every inch of her exposed flesh, locking each one before pinning her against the nearest wall. “I want to taste you, Doralee. I need you to come on my tongue before we fall asleep tonight.”
“Oh god!” she gasps as I lower my head and bite her pebbled nipples through her spandex bodysuit.
“Please, baby. Let me make you come on my lips at least once tonight.”
I claim her mouth again while she thinks about her answer. If she tells me no, I’ll set her feet on the floor and let her leave—I promise I will—but if she says yes, I’ll thank the Fates for the soundproof material covering the walls in this metal container.
“This is crazy,” she pants when I pull back to let her answer.
“Is that a yes?” Our eyes lock and I know my cat is at the forefront, my eyes glowing unnaturally.
She doesn’t react, but only nods her head. “Yes.”