Page 49 of Untethered Heart
I fold my arms over my chest. “Do you deny it?”
“Absolutely not.” He smiles, then walks over to his desk, stepping behind to sit down. “Please take a seat, Miss Morgan.”
The words are playful and light. It’s a new side of him I haven’t seen before, so I find myself following his instructions and taking a seat opposite him. My mouth drops open when he puts a pair of black, square-framed glasses on his face.
“You wear glasses?”
A shred of his confidence drops for a second. “They’re just reading glasses. Why? Do they make me look old?”
“No, not old. Mmm. No, definitely not that.” But my ovaries have been put to rest because, shit, it’s a really good look for him.
“Miss Morgan,” he says playfully, crossing one arm on his desk and resting his chin on top of his other hand. It makes the veins of his forearms pop, and I try hopelessly not to drool. “Do you find my glasses attractive?”
“I don’t think co-workers should find each other attractive, Mr Heart.”
“Probably not. Doesn’t change the fact that you’re the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life. Both inside and out.”
My heart thuds at his candid admission. “Wow.” I try to shake off the feelings his words provoke, but it’s near impossible. “You know, I’m trying really hard to convince myself that keeping things professional is the right thing to do. It might be possibleif it weren’t for the fact that you paid for my friend’s repairs, and you say things like that. And then you show up to my house in the middle of the night? You looked after me. Was that a dream, or were you really there?”
I know he was, but how much of the memories that have resurfaced are my head talking, or my heart wishing?
“Should I admit that, or would it make it easier to lie?”
I groan. “Why are you so perfect, yet so off limits?”
“You think I’m perfect?” He smiles, it’s smug and teasing, and I kinda love it. “Fuck, Lex, I am struggling. I am struggling to not give in to all the things I want when it comes to you. I’m trying to do this right, because I’ve done it wrong before and it almost cost me my family.”
My back snaps up. “What does that mean?”
His hand squeezes the back of his neck, and he blows out a breath. “Ah, I dated someone I worked with before, and it was all a setup. She was just trying to get my money.”
“And that’s the reason you told me no one could know about us?” Does he think I would do something like that? I didn’t even know it was his business we were meeting with. Dylan did all that.
I stand up, suddenly too overwhelmed with this new information. God, I’m making a mess of this. I should be focusing on our business.
“Lex,” he says, matching my stance.
“I think I need some air.” I turn and head back to the door, but just as my hand reaches for the handle, a warm palm closes around my other wrist.
My body is caught in the same place as my head. One leads the way out, and the other leads to Caleb.
He pulls gently on my wrist, and I look over my shoulder. His eyes flick down to my lips and then back to my eyes.
“Fuck it.”
His body crowds mine, pushing my back against the door as his mouth descends. The familiarity of his lips on mine is kismet.Excitement and desire ripple through me, travelling from my toes, up my sternum and taking root in my chest.
My knees almost collapse when Caleb’s hands frame my face, and his tongue meets mine. Tangling together as if this was something we’d been doing for years. He knows how to command my body and answer the pleasure I call for. The need my body craves and the connection my heart recognises, more than my head understands.
As the buzzing in my head clears, I manage to make my hands move, guiding them over Caleb’s hips and running up his back.
He groans when my nails rake down his spine, and he pushes me further against the door, pinning his hips against mine so I can feel what this kiss does to him.
I shiver at the memory of his hard cock buried deep inside me, of his hands caressing my bare skin.
A light and whimsical voice on the other side of the door shatters the bubble we’ve created. I startle as the voice closes in, the flames that lit me up quickly burning out.
Caleb looks drunk from the kiss, his eyes unfocused and his lips swollen. It’s a sight I’d love to indulge in, knowing I brought him there. Instead, I turn and pull on the door handle, forcing him out of the way as I yank it open.
