Page 105 of Sergi
His lips twitched, and he stood, working his way in front of the desk to lean against it, his arms crossed over his chest as he considered her statement. She seemed to be dancing around the topic. “I don’t like encouraging visitors while I’m working.” When he realized how that sounded, he added, “But I make exceptions.”
With only the guest chairs separating them, he picked up her light scent. She looked good in jeans and boots. Her turquoise-colored blouse brought out the blue of her hazel eyes, and the beast took notice.
“I’m surprised to see you in a suit, but I guess I shouldn’t be. I mean, you look nice in it.” She turned her head away, her gaze moving over the bookshelves as she wrung her hands again.
“This shouldn’t be that difficult between us.”
A myriad of emotions crossed her face—panic, sadness, hope, and humor. “I’m not even sure why I’m here.”
“Let’s start with your meeting with Devon.” The words were automatic. The stoic Sergi, always staying on point, but he wanted to give her an out. A way to ease her into telling him the truth of why she was here.
A huge sigh escaped her, and she blurted it out. “I wanted to be considered for a spot on the counter-strike team.”
His brows shot up. “How did you hear about that? Did Remus mention it?”
She shook her head and took a step closer. “Braden. My uncle wants me to stay on the estate and work behind the scenes.” She locked eyes with him. “I want to do more.”
He dropped his arms to his side. Remus was trying to protect her by keeping her locked up. “You want to fight.”
She nodded.
“You want your freedom.”
She nodded again, but this time he noted the spark in her eyes that were filled with unspent tears. He shoved a chair aside as he stepped in front of her and stared down at her upturned face.
“You want revenge.”
The tears slipped, and he pulled her to him, crushing her to his chest as her arms wrapped around him. He couldn’t remember the last time someone gave him such comfort.
Then his lips were on hers. They were salty from tears, but they parted without question as his tongue slipped inside. His passion, pent up for so long, overruled all other proprieties. Her arms tightened, then her hand roamed up his back. He broke the kiss to stare down at her again.
“I didn’t know how to find you without contacting Remus.”
“I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me again, but I had to try. At least once.” She broke away from his arms and strolledaround his desk, her fingers running over the smooth wood and dancing across the top of his laptop. “I don’t want special treatment because of what we’ve shared. I want to compete with the other candidates on my own merits.”
He grinned. “Is that the only reason you came?”
She pushed his laptop aside and turned her back to him as she perched on top of his desk. Her legs swung back and forth as he followed her path until he stood in front of her. She wore a mischievous grin, and her tears were long gone.
When he was directly in front of her, she grabbed his tie and tugged him closer until he stood between her legs. She reached up and grabbed his neck, pulling him down until their lips touched. Her tongue slid across his lips, and when his tongue met hers, he pushed his way past as the kiss deepened. He stroked a breast as her legs wrapped around his, locking him in place.
He did the only thing a male could do and devoured her with a heated kiss. Her immediate response was like a drug, and the beast roared with pleasure. Words weren’t enough for what their bodies could say.
Her fingers were on his buckle, then on the button of his pants, the zipper moving down with practiced hands. The soft touch of her hands stroking him made his legs tremble.
“The door,” he hissed as her fingers rolled over the tip of his cock.
“I locked it.” He felt her smile under his lips, and with one wide sweep of his arm, he cleared the desk. Everything toppled to the carpeted floor—laptop, tablet, coffee urn, the stack of files Cressa had left for him, and who knew what else. He didn’t care.
He pushed her arms away as he fumbled at her jeans, swearing as he tried to unbutton them. Her laughter only urged him on as she popped the button and let him slide the zipper down. Then she was holding on to the edge of the desk so shewouldn’t slide off as he pulled her boots off and stripped her jeans and panties down her legs.
She sat up, pulled her blouse over her head, and unsnapped her bra in a single heartbeat.
Preambles were swept aside as he slipped a finger inside her and found her more than ready. When he slid inside, her nails pressed into his back. His strokes increased, and she laid back, bearing her breasts to him, and he obliged her, taking a nipple into his mouth.
Was this really happening? He closed his eyes and savored the moment, terrified he’d wake and find himself once again strapped to the wall with Gheata waiting for him. All of this nothing more than a wonderous and torturous dream.
He lifted one of her legs to drive deeper. Her throaty pants guided him. She was a wild creature, just as a wolf should be—brave and daring, but most of all, fierce and kind. It seemed odd that his beast had immediately formed an attachment to her from the first moment she’d walked into his cell. Had her wolf known?
