Page 9 of Boxed In

“What do you mean—him? It was you,” she said in a voice she couldn’t keep steady.

“It was me,” he said slowly, apparently considering the statement. Then his gaze focused on her again.

“Yes, you. Luke Garner.”

“Luke Garner?” he mused. “A strong name. Good.”

He was regarding her with frank sexual interest. “You’re lovely,” he said, his tone deep and rough.

“I have to call 911. You need to go to the hospital.”

His eyes turned fierce. “No.”

Before she could move, he reached up with his free hand and drew her down against the hard wall of his chest.

She managed to say, “Don’t,” before he cupped his hand around the back of her head and brought her lips to his.

His mouth moved under hers, hungry and demanding, like a man who had been denied all pleasure for a thousand years or more. Or maybe a man released from prison and desperate for the sensations of the world.

He changed the pressure of his lips, subtly softening the kiss, and that was sexier than his previous assault.

As he devoured her mouth, his hands were busy, sliding down her back, molding her body to his. Heat roared through her veins.

Somewhere in her mind, she was shocked. By her own behavior and by his.

This was wrong! Luke had just gotten hurt. And she shouldn’t be draped on top of him making out.

If this was Luke.

A dart of fear stabbed her as that notion lodged in her brain again. This had to be Luke. Who else could it be?

The frantic thought evaporated as soon as it had formed. She was too busy responding to the sexy man who clasped her in his arms.

When he realized she wasn’t going to pull away, he drew her lower lip into his mouth, sucking and nibbling. He was good at what he was doing, and she heard a small murmur of arousal rise in her throat.

He seemed to drink in the sound as he silently asked her to open for him. She did, thrilling to the stroking of his tongue against hers. As he deepened the kiss, he slid her body fully on top of his, then swept his fingers across her back, pulling out the hem of her blouse. His hand slipped inside, and as he stroked her skin, he made a needy sound deep in his throat.

His hand was large and warm and firm against her heated flesh.

She moaned again as he reached with his other hand to cup her bottom through the fabric of her slacks, pressing her middle against his erection.

He was ready to make love to her. And she responded with a surge of arousal.

“Hold me,” he said in a gritty voice.

She did as he asked, clutching his broad shoulders as he reversed their positions, coming down on top of her, then raising up on his hands so that he could look into her dazed eyes.

It felt like the world had vanished. Only the two of them existed in a bubble of supercharged sexuality.

She had been attracted to Luke Garner. She had wondered what it would be like to make love with him. Well, now she was finding out. In the past few moments he had turned into the most exciting man she had ever met.

She knew without doubt that he would have her naked soon, and then he would join his body with hers—right here on the floor of her office.

His foot moved, and his boot scraped across the floor, hitting a piece of the pitcher that he’d pulled off the table when he fell.

The sound grated along her nerve endings. When she lifted her head, he kept her on top of himself, yet at the same time, awareness sparked in his eyes.

“What was that?”

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