Page 134 of Wild Catch
A moment later, I find myself sitting next to Rose and watching her in her element. I offer a couple of thoughts about whether the guys on the team would or wouldn’t like some potential sponsorship products, but for the most part I spend an hour witnessing Rose kick serious ass.
I can tell that the team respects her because even managers several rungs above her listen intently when she speaks, and how could they not? She’s freaking brilliant, hardworking, confident, and so damn beautiful it hurts to look at her directly. Yet I can’t stop. Even if she burns my retinas, I won’t.
“What?” she whispers at me once we’re walking out of the meeting room together, her smaller hand in mine, her other one holding onto my arm.
I lean toward her. “I’m just in awe of you.”
Her eyes widen, cheeks growing hot like I’ve just performed a magic trick.
Some of her coworkers snicker as they glance back at us, but they leave us alone in the corridor and no one gives us any further crap. I shift my hold on her, bringing my arm around her waist to pull her against me.
She runs her hands over my chest, awakening my skin. “Why?” She asks, placing her chin at the top of my sternum.
“Just you.” I look at her button nose and finally do what I’ve always wanted to—I give it a tiny peck. “Your very existence is a miracle to me.”
“I could say the same.” Her lips smile and her eyes light up. “You’re who I’ve always been waiting for, Logan.”
I kiss her.
Rose melts against me with a feminine sigh that makes my blood roar. I grab onto the back of her neck, barely grazing her curls so I don’t damage them, and this way I can tilt her head so she can offer me her mouth fully. And I savor it slowly, like we have all the time in the world. Like no one’s watching, even though we’re very much in public.
I slide my free hand down her back, reaching the top of her curves and keep going. Her perfect butt cheek fits in my hand like it was made for it, and I palm it with gusto, squeezing.
“Logan,” Rose gasps.
“Do you not like that?” I nibble at her trembling bottom lip with my teeth and the tip of my tongue.
“I more than like it,” she chuckles all throaty. “I’m just afraid that if we keep going someone’s going to call HR on us.”
“Screw HR,” I mutter, traveling my lips down her throat to where her scent is stronger.
Her hands fist around the fabric of my T-shirt as I find the spot where her pulse throbs harder, and I kiss it like it’s her mouth. With mine open, with tongue—so I can really brand the taste of her skin in my brain forever. A guttural moan tears out of her throat and my hand presses her even closer against me, not releasing her butt for a second.
“Damn, I really wanted to do this last night.”
“Oh yeah?”
“To start with,” I tease.
I feel her turn her face slightly, her breath fanning over my ear. She whispers, “And I wanted to do this.” Then she lightly bites the shell of my ear, and it sends such a powerful shock down my body that I freeze. She takes advantage of it to free her arms from between us, running her hands down my chest, my belly. I wait, my heart pounding against her chest as her hands find the waistband of my jeans, but rather than traveling lower, she lifts my T-shirt and touches my stomach. “And this.”
“You’re an abs girl?” I ask, panting like the dog I am.
“I’m a your skin girl.”
“Ah. Touch away.”
“I have to get back to work, though.” But even if that’s true, she sure cops a good feel under my T-shirt.
Smirking, I lean back so I can look in her eyes again. “Do you now?”
“Uh huh.” She nods all serious, her hands now grabbing my pecs almost possessively.
“Hmm…” I pretend to think. “What if I join you and sit on your chair and you work from my lap?”
“Extremely tempting, but surely too compromising for the office.”
“And this isn’t?” I look down at my T-shirt, lifted up to my chest that she’s still feeling around.
