“Listen to me,” he says. “If we do this now…we’re doing this. And I told youI do not do casual.”
I swallow hard, staring into his golden eyes, desperately wanting to keep being crazy and horny and slutty and knowing—knowing—I have to be serious.
Damn it.
I slump down, still kneeling on the desk, but relaxed now.
Kaelion lets go of me.
“Why can’t this be easy?” I sigh.
He frowns. “How do you mean?”
“I just want to…” I growl, shaking my head. “I just want to fuck you and have a good time and take it slow and casual andeasyand?—”
He grips my chin again, tilting my face up to his. “Itiseasy,” he says. “Being with you…it is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. It’s worth doing the hard things for.”
My throat tightens, but not in the fun, kinky way I was aiming for a few minutes ago.
It’s something else. Something worse. Or better. I haven’t decided yet.
“You can’t just say shit like that,” I mutter. “That’s not fair.”
“I mean it,” he says, serious as a fucking heart attack. “Lyn…being with Shahar was always hard. But you? It’seasy. You make me crazy…but it has always been easy to work with you, to talk with you, tocare. I don’t know what that means, but it’s the reason I want to be honest about it. Because this feels too right to keep it secret.”
I gulp. “You…this should be freaking me out.”
“Is it?”
“It’s not.”
His thumb glides across my cheekbone and I lean into his touch. “Do I have your permission to tell the advisory board about us? I promise I won’t let them touch your research. That you won’t have a single stumbling block toward completing your project.”
Maybe I shouldn’t, but I believe him.
And more than that…I want him. Not just to fuck him. I wanthim, I want to bewith him…and I want it desperately.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Tell them.”
He releases my wrists, then uses that free hand to press a button on his desk. The windows frost over, giving us privacy, then he lowers his voice.
“Go lock the door,” he growls.
“Lock the…”
“Do it, Walker.”
I do as he says, racing to get off the desk, whipping around to lock the door. The office is small, and I feel him at my back before I’ve even had a chance to turn around—feel his hands on my hips, his lips at my throat, his voice a hot whisper at my ear.
“I’ve never wanted anything like I want you,” he rasps. “You’re driving me mad, Lyn Walker.”
I whimper, grinding back against him, and his hands tighten on my hips. Not enough to bruise—yet—but a clear warning: don’t push unless you’re ready for what happens next.
“I told you I don’t do casual,” he murmurs against my neck. “But I do intense. I do thorough. I doobsessive.”
My knees go weak. “So do I.”
“I know.” His voice is choked as he reaches in front of me to unzip my pants…as his hand slides beneath my underwear, as his fingers find my?—
