Page 188 of Midnights
I shake my head. “Cam’s got it handled.”
Her lips part, like she’s about to argue, but she stops herself. Instead, she lets out a soft laugh, but I can hear the thread of nerves beneath it.
“If I’m honest, I’m more worried about Cam.” She pauses, then stops walking. “Are we not going to talk about what just happened?”
My steps slow.
Her words hit like the sharp crack of a whip across my already fraying restraint. No, I can't talk about it.
I can't talk about how she's all I think about. How I haven’t stopped thinking about her.
She moaned my name like a goddamn prayer, and it took everything in me to stop. I look at her, and the slight flush still lingering on her skin, taking in the way she’s biting her lip like she’s still feeling me between her thighs.
“Not unless you want it to happen again,” I whisper, heavy with something unspoken. “Right here. In the hallway.”
Her eyes flash with that challenge again. “You wouldn’t dare.” But I catch the way her pulse picks up, like that’s exactly what she wants.
I tilt my head, closing the distance to the point she has to tilt her head up. “Wouldn’t I?”
Her eyes shoot straight to my mouth, and something inside me snaps.
I’m moving before I think, closing the space in seconds. Her back meets the wall with a soft thud and her breath catches as I tilt her chin up, forcing her to look at me. Her lips are soft and flushed, and fucking begging to be ruined. The second my mouth claims hers, any pretense of restraint shatters.
She gasps into the kiss, and her hands grip my shirt like she needs something to hold onto. I feel her surrender instantly. And fuck, the soft, breathless moan that comes out of her is like gasoline on a fucking wildfire.
I need to stop. I need to tell her before this goes any further.
Instead, my grip tightens at her waist and my hands drag down, pinning her to the wall as I devour her. She’s trembling. I can feel her nails digging into my shoulders like she’s waiting for me to keep my promise.
My self-control is slipping. Fast.
I tear back only far enough to breathe, raking a hand through my hair. Her wide hazel eyes are locked on me, and her chest is heaving. Her lips are red and ruined from my mouth. She doesn't even know what I'll do her.
“Don’t start somethingyou’renot ready to finish.” I warn.
Her throat bobs as she swallows, and her eyes betray her. She’s trying to gather herself, and pretend she’s unaffected, but I see it. I almost laugh. If I don’t get us out of here, Iwillruin that dress.
I grab her hand, guiding her quickly down the hallway. My office isn’t far, but the sound of footsteps has me thinking twice. We need to stay out of sight.
Without a word, I press her against the wall again, covering her mouth with my hand as I tuck us into the shadows. Her breath speeds up and I press against her, brushing the shell of her ear with my lips. “Scared?”
Her glare is instant. “No, I'm not scared. I just don’t know why you insist on pinning me to walls like some kind of caged animal.” She hisses against my palm.
Then comes the stumble, those sexy boots nearly taking her down, and it drags a smile out of me. I let go of her mouth crouching in front of her before she can protest. “Let’s make sure you don’t trip again.”
I hear her suck in a breath as my hand slides around her calf, lifting her leg to unzip her boot.
“What are you doing?”
I drag the zipper down slowly, brushing against her skin as I slide her boot free. “Testing my sanity.”
She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. Her chest rises and falls quickly now, and I watch her lips part slowly as I move to her other leg, takingmy time. I know I'm only torturing myself, but I drag my fingers along her smooth calf, slipping off her boot.
When I stand, her eyes are locked on mine. “Better?”
She doesn’t answer.
I smirk.
