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“So who’s stopping you?”
“You’re blocking my path.”
Deliberately, I took a step back and gestured toward the door. “So go.”
Wary blue-green eyes met mine before she pushed off the sink. With her first step, there was a metallic plink on the floor. The clip had come free.
“Goddammit.”
“Such a mouth on you.” I bent to grab the clip again and pivoted to slip up her skirt. She didn’t move as I pushed the fabric higher and came face to face with those gorgeous thighs again, clad in that narrow band of lace attached to her garter. Or mostly attached. I pulled the clip apart once more and slipped my finger into the garter, holding it away from her toned flesh as I tried to make the clip hold. She trembled as I let the band snap back. “No sharp movements,” I reminded her, sparing her a quick glance.
Her heavy-lidded look was my undoing.
Hell, who was I kidding? Everything about her undid me—from the tendrils of blond hair clinging to her flushed forehead, the derisive curl to her lips, the defiant tilt of her chin.
Those sexy eyes that demanded I do her bidding, even if her mind—and her mouth—said something entirely different.
For a humming moment, she stared down at me as if I was bent low for a whole different reason. One I craved so much that my cock throbbed in the confines of my trousers.
“What about the mouth you have on you?” she whispered.
I didn’t know if that was her idea of a retort or a come-on, but right then, I didn’t care. I was crouched at eye level with her pussy, barely covered by the thin black skirt and her current excuse for panties. It would only take the slightest nudge to push up the fabric to see if she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I’d be able to see—and smell—the truth.
But I didn’t dare inhale right now. If I took one whiff of her, I’d lose all semblance of control. As it was, I was on the edge.
I backed up and rose, slowly, well aware of her gaze devouring me. “You’re not walking alone to the train,” I said, daring her to defy me.
To give me a reason to bend her over this sink and exert my will in a way that would make her scream with pleasure.
“Try to stop me.” She took a step toward the door, then another, letting out a yelp when I leaned forward to plant my hand on the door above her head to hold it closed.
“Looks like you’re stopped,” I murmured, brushing my nose against her hair and lower to the curve of neck and shoulder where her scent was strongest. Her nerves spiked the aroma of lilacs until it was intoxicating. “Unless you want to run…”
I almost expected her to. Hell, frightening her away—and possibly risking a sexual harassment suit—was better than succumbing to this madness between us once again. The only consolation was that we were in the one camera-free zone on company property, but it wouldn’t take much imagination to look at the footage and deduce why we’d both been in the bathroom for so long.
This wasn’t me. I wasn’t some hormonally-driven horndog who couldn’t manage to keep his dick in his pants. She brought something out in me, and I wasn’t sure I liked it.
“And if I don’t?” Before I could process her words, she turned, still pinned between me and the door. “Are you going to try to fuck some sense into me?”
The word fuck coming from her pretty pink mouth sounded so filthy. Hot as hell. Just like she was, all annoyance and indignation and good girl beauty. An irresistible combination.
I fisted a handful of her wavy blond hair and tipped back her head, exposing her throat. I was tired of talking. She drew words out of me too, where I normally lapsed into silence as easily as I breathed. With her, there seemed to be no end to what I wanted to say.
Now there was only one thing I wanted. The soaked slit between her thighs.
She expected me to kiss her. I could tell from her accelerated breathing, from the flare of her pupils. But I wasn’t going to comply. Not when diving between those trembling lips would drive me insane.
I released her hair and scooped her up, smothering her sound of surprise by pressing her mouth to my shoulder as I carted her to the sink. She bit me through my suit coat and shirt and I would’ve grinned if not for the brutal jerk of my cock at the pinch of her teeth. I set her down and gripped her throat, rubbing my thumb over the wild beat of her pulse as I held her head lightly against the mirror.
She glared at me, arousal and anger firing in equal measure in her sea-colored eyes, and wrapped her legs around my waist. The movement hiked up her skirt so that all I had to do was yank aside the insubstantial scrap of panties guarding her pussy. Her eyes widened at my brusque movement, but the irritation in them didn’t subside. Neither did my hold on her throat as I moved closer to rub my pants-covered cock against the heat between her legs.
“Fuck.”
She blinked at my low curse. “Thanks for the warning.”
I didn’t want to laugh. It wasn’t the time for it. I had my hand around her throat, for God’s sake, and she had her legs wound around my hips. Her center was hot enough to sear me through my pants, and burying myself inside her was an imperative at this point.
But there were other considerations.
