Book 1 - Page 36 (1/2)
”Just a kiss for now,” I murmured, bending forward to take his mouth. With my hands on his shoulders for balance, I licked across his parted lips; then slipped inside and teased him with gentleness.
Groaning, he deepened the kiss, eating at my mouth in a way that made me achy and wet.
”One day soon,” I repeated against his lips, ”I'm going to kneel beneath this desk and suck you off. Maybe while you're on the phone playing with your millions like Monopoly. You, Mr. Cross, will pa.s.s Go and collect your two hundred dollars.”
His mouth curved against mine. ”I can see how this is going to go. You're going to make me lose my mind coming everywhere I can in your tight, s.e.xy body.”
”Are you complaining?”
”Angel, I'm salivating.”
I was bemused by the endearment, although I liked its sweetness. ”Angel?”
He hummed a soft a.s.sent and kissed me.
I couldn't believe what a difference an hour made. I left Gideon's office in a completely different frame of mind than when I'd entered it. The feel of his hand at the small of my back made my body hum with antic.i.p.ation rather than the misery I'd felt on the way in.
I waved bye to Scott and smiled brightly at the unsmiling receptionist.
”I don't think she likes me,” I told Gideon, as we waited for the elevator.
”Who?”
”Your receptionist.”
He glanced over that way and the redhead beamed at him.
”Well,” I murmured. ”She likes you.”
”I guarantee her paychecks.”
My mouth curved. ”Yes, I'm sure that's what it is. It couldn't possibly have anything to do with you being the s.e.xiest man alive.”
”Am I now?” He caged me to the wall and burned me with a searing gaze.
I set my hands against his abdomen, licking my lower lip when I felt the hard ridges of muscle tighten under my touch. ”Just an observation.”
”I like you.” With his palms pressed flat to the wall on either side of my head, he lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me softly.
”I like you back. You do realize you're at work, don't you?”
”What good is being the boss if you can't do what you want?”
”Hmm.”
When a car arrived, I ducked under Gideon's arm and slid into it. He prowled in after me; then circled me like a predator, sliding up behind me to pull me back against him. His hands pushed into my front pockets and splayed against my hipbones, keeping me tucked close. The warmth of his touch so close to where I ached for him was a special brand of torture. In retaliation, I wriggled my b.u.t.t against him and smiled when he hissed out a breath and hardened.