Chapter 6 #3
"But we came to a mutual understanding." His feral smile had her jolting. The Landry she knew in the past had been gentle and loving and kind. But that had been then. He had grown up since then. It was a little unnerving.
"You like what you do."
"I like what I do." He glanced at his watch, surprised to see that it was so late.
"I want to implement these changes as soon as this week.
Will you call a meeting with the staff members for...
" He mentally sifted through his calendar and frowned.
He was supposed to go out of town in two days, and in the time between, he was swamped.
But he did not want to put it off for too long, and he preferred to handle the details himself.
Besides, he wanted to see her and spend time with her.
"I have to go out of town for two days. Can you send out a memo stating the importance of the meeting? I'll get Leonora, my assistant, to finalize the meeting time."
"Of course." Gathering her notes, she pushed back her chair and rose. He got up slowly, his eyes trained on her face. The movement shifted her thick hair and had several strands floating freely over her shoulders. Need stormed through him and left him breathless.
"I-" The words died on her lips when she lifted her head and saw the look on his face. For a minute, she froze in place. Breathing had become a task. Her body felt light, her head was whirling, and she could only stare.
Landry had promised himself that he would leave. As soon as the meeting was over, he would just head to the door. He wanted her secure enough to start trusting him. He wanted to go slow, but his body and his mind had already decided for him.
The word "no" popped into her mouth and died right there.
She could do nothing. Her limbs were frozen, but in contrast, her heart was working overtime and her palms were sweating.
She watched him approach her as if in slow motion, his long legs eating up the space between them.
He stood in front of her, jade green eyes darkened to almost black.
She watched as he lifted a hand to toy with the ends of her hair, before trailing his finger over the vulnerable spot at the side of her neck. Heat sparked and then showered inside her, leaving her weak and vulnerable.
"Kady-Ann." His voice was rough and low.
"Kady-Ann, I can't stay away. Don't ask me to.
" His fingers curved around her throat, his thumb pressing against the pulse that was leaping like a wild thing.
"I need you; I never stopped. I never will.
" His words hypnotized her, seduced her, until she was swaying unconsciously towards him.
Her hands came up to his chest, her fingers spreading over the hard muscles that simply leapt at her touch. She could feel the heat of his skin through the sweater.
He took his time as if giving her a way out.
His fingers wrapped around the thick strands of her hair, tugging her face upwards.
His head descended. She watched through slitted eyes as he came closer.
Before he took possession of her lips, they were already parted in invitation.
The ache for her spread throughout his entire body, leaving him vulnerable and needy.
Instead of crushing her lips, he cruised, his lips brushing over hers in a seductive pull that had her fingers curling into his sweater. Her body was vibrating. It was no use denying that she wanted him. It was not just want; it was a longing, a yearning that had her trembling.
He felt it, felt the tremors, and reveled in it. His tongue touched her bottom lip, stroking, stroking, teasing until she felt as if she was going to die from the need.
But he took his time. He wanted to savor her taste, familiarize himself with the texture. Her flesh was like silk and tasted like honey. He had forgotten, Christ! How could he have forgotten what it was like to touch her like this?
But fifteen years ago, he had been a callow youth.
He was no longer the young and uncertain boy who had taken her innocence.
He was a man who had been through a number of women.
And yet, with her, he felt inexperienced, uncertain, and afraid.
It was too much; the emotions were overwhelming him.
His control was on the verge of snapping in two.
So, he took his time. Impatient with the pace, Kady decided to change it. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she went on her toes and forced him to take the kiss deeper. With a groan, shocked at her initiative, he wrapped his arm around her small waist, his tongue darting into her mouth.
The kiss took on a fierceness that swept them away swiftly. Fire burned through them like a bushfire, sweeping them along in its wake.
Her moans were desperate, swallowed by his mouth.
His free hand dug into her hair, gripping it and holding her steady as he ravished her mouth.
He was hard, painfully so, his body throbbing.
His control was in tatters, and he was afraid he was going to toss her on the desk and drive himself into her!