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DATING ADVICE
EVIE
“Hello, Evie… my little runaway.” The sound of his voice was echoed by the sound of the locks turning. Yet despite this, I couldn’t help my gut reaction kicking into gear as I turned around and started fighting with the doors, tugging frantically on the handle. In fact, I was doing this to such degree, that I didn’t hear the chair moving behind me. Nor did I hear the footsteps of the predator approaching at my back.
“Easy now.” His voice hummed at the same time I felt gentle fingertips caressing my neck. Which was when I hit my limit and my anger exploded. I spun around to face him, my face full of thunder and every curse word on the tip of my tongue ready to release a verbal lashing. When suddenly, his hand entangled in my hair, and my face was being tipped up to meet his lips that descended on my own before I had a chance to utter a single word.
It was a kiss that I was powerless to stop.
Not because I was being held against my will or being forced in any way. But because I physically couldn’t bring myself to stop it. I was a prisoner to my own desires.
They all started and ended with him.
I couldn’t help but want him. Couldn’t help but crave his touch, his taste, and every hard line of his body I could feel pressed against my own. Which was why I instantly opened up to him, inviting his tongue to explore the taste of me, while I, in turn, did the same.
Of course, this only managed to turn that intensity dial up a few notches and I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. A sound he consumed and quickly returned. Then I felt my back hit the door, after first being tugged to the side to avoid the handle from hurting me. His fingers threaded in the high ponytail of my hair before they were gripped in a dominating hold. As if he feared me breaking free of him.
As for my own hands, it was like I didn’t know what to do with them, as if he were some mythical being I was forbidden to touch. He must have realized this too, because it gave him cause enough to pull back and whisper down at me,
“Put your hands on me, little bird.”
“I… we…” I started with my excuses, now having some shred of clarity… enough to realize that kissing in this situation wasn’t the most practical reaction to potentially getting kidnapped.
But then he casually unbuttoned his suit jacket in one of those one-handed super-sexy ways. Once again, he took the choice away from me by slowly slipping my jacket from my shoulders and letting the worn material find its place on the floor. Free of this offending item, he then took my hands in his own and guided them around his waist, under his suit jacket. At the same time, he stepped into me so my hands would reach, despite there being no way they’d make it all the way around.
Jesus, this guy was huge!
I swallowed hard, my hands shaking as they felt solid, nothing-but-intimidating, boundless muscle. Yet it wasn’t enough. My hands wanted more. And if his knowing grin was anything to go by, then he knew it too.
“Look at me, Evelyn,” he ordered, and as if he had just flipped the switch on my impulses, my eyes snapped up to his. A pair of intense, dark-blue eyes stared down at me. And this time, his gaze came with the clear intent for what he wanted to do next; something that started with him dipping his head once more. But when he claimed my lips, I couldn’t help my fingertips tensing in response, gripping onto his shirt like I needed something to hold on to, just so the memory of us never faded away.
As if it ever could.
Because the reality was that I had tried so hard. Tried to let go. To just move on and forget the memory of what it had been like to have his lips on mine. The feeling of being in his arms as if I was the most precious thing in the world to him. In fact, I didn’t know that kisses could do that. Could be that powerful. Could create one of those perfect memories that you know would be forever imprinted on your soul. That you would be more likely to forget your own name before letting go of that memory.
That was the power of his kiss.
And that was what made it dangerous.
Which was a thought strong enough to snap me out of this lustful spell he had cast on me. Starting with using my hands for something other than gripping on to him for dear life. No, now I started using them to push him away, and it was enough to get him to stop kissing me for long enough that I could slip by him and put space between us. Although I had to say, the growl of frustration coming from him was a bit much… I mean, who the hell growled these days? What was he, a damn Viking fan or Pirate enthusiast?
I took a deep breath, using both hands to smooth back my hair, and at the same time trying to calm my pounding heart. I still couldn’t believe I was here and what had just happened, prompting me to say,
“I can’t believe… how… how did you find me this time?” I stammered out before turning to face him and finding his fist to the door, his back slightly arched as if he was trying to control himself. It was an intense reaction, and one I feared enough to look away from him to take in the room. And what I found was exactly what I would have expected being an office belonging to Ryker Wyeth.
It was stylishly modern space, with a wall of windows that showcased the view of the city. A large rosewood desk by those windows was the focal point in the room, with tall-backed, black leather chair now left unoccupied. Its owner clearly had something more important on his mind than running what was no doubt a multimillion-dollar business.
Over to the right was a wall of frosted glass shelving, holding what looked like very little in the way of books. The hints of rosewood continued to be a theme throughout the room, with the wooden floor holding the same high shine as his curved desk. This also continued with the seating area on the left-hand side, with the three-piece sofa and armchairs made from a rosewood frame and soft looking black leather.
By the time my eyes returned to the double doors, he was back to being in control, standing straight and removing his jacket. Damn, even in a suit he looked big. It seemed the streamlines of a fine cut suit did nothing to hide the muscular bulk of the man.
“Your resourcefulness is impressive, Evelyn, but in the end, it means nothing.”
I twisted my features at this, frustration and shock merging into one as I presented him with a hard look. So, I folded my arms across my chest, feeling my small shirt tighten across my breasts. Thankfully, the gaping holes between buttons were hidden by the burgundy sweater I wore, or I doubted he would have taken me seriously right now.
That is, if he even was.
