I gave him the truth. “No.”
“And what do you want me to do about it?”
I was wet and slick when I pressed my thighs together. Anticipation shivered through me, silencing the voice in my head that warned I was in danger of damaging my career and my heart. “I want you to fuck me.”
The words had barely left my lips when his hand found mine and tugged me close. “Let’s go.”
Chapter 19
Adam
The second the door clicked behind us, I hauled her against my body and kissed her with all the pent-up need and longing that had been building since…well, since the last time I kissed her. But this time was different. I wasn’t cold, selfishly trying to absorb her sunshine inside me.
That kiss had woken me up. This kiss set me on fire.
It was all-consuming, this desire for her. This need.
She’d screamed my name in the rodeo arena. Mine. Not Zack’s, even though he deserved as much—if not more—credit for our win. That meant something to me.
Because I meant something to her. Something beyond being her boss or even being her friend. It had been a long time since I had mattered to a woman. Hearing her cheer for me, seeing that lust-glazed look in her eyes when she told me to fuck her…it was a powerful drug, being wanted like that. I was almost lightheaded from it.
The kiss turned desperate and rushed as she dragged my shirt off over my head and immediately went for my belt buckle. We were up against the clock and we both knew it. Time was ticking down. Thirty-six hours until I was her boss again.
But as far as I was concerned, that was thirty-six hours to savor her. I didn’t want fast. I wanted thorough. If thirty-six hours was all I could have of her, I was going to make every second count. Touch every inch of her skin. Leave no part of her undiscovered. Fuck her every way she’d let me.
I pulled back. She clung to me, her breath labored. “Easy, baby. We have time. All the time you want.” I meant it, even if I hadn’t worked out exactly how to make that happen. “I want to explore you. Taste every inch of you. Are you going to let me do that?”
She stared at me, eyes glassy. “Fuck,” she whispered on a soft exhale.
“We’ll do that, too,” I promised.
I kissed her again, nice and slow this time. She took advantage of my shirtless state, running her hands over my bare chest and shoulders, dragging her nails down the rippled muscles of my abdomen. When she followed the sparse trail of hair that started at my belly button and disappeared into my jeans, anticipation licked down my spine.
I needed her naked. Now.
But still slowly.
Not leaving her mouth, I put a little space between us, enough to slide my hand up the curve of her body. My thumb flicked against her nipple when I reached her breast. She whimpered against my lips and her hands gripped the waistband of my jeans.
“Adam,” she pleaded, but I was not to be rushed.
I cupped her breasts in my hands, feeling the heavy weight of them. My eyebrows snapped together. “How the hell you kept these hidden from me, I don’t know.”
“I have a few tricks,” she said breathlessly.
“But not tonight. Tonight you damn near gave me a crick in the neck from keeping my eyes up like a gentleman.”
“I wanted your attention.” Her confession was soft. Shy.
Her words spread through me, soothing a wound that had laid open and bloody for longer than I cared to admit. My hands left her breasts so I could take her face and force her to look nowhere but me.
“You have my attention, James. You’ve had it since you walked into Jo’s. You could wear a brown sack covering every inch of your body and I’d still follow you around just hoping to hear you laugh.”
Her dark eyes searched mine for the truth of that statement. I let her find it. I had spent the last month trying to keep this attraction locked down, but I was done hiding.
With a quick motion, she snatched the shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Before I could get my hands on her, she stepped back, unclasped her bra, and gave her shoulders a sweet little shimmy that sent the lacy blue bra falling to her feet.
Fuck.