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"Oh, hush up!"
She placed her mouth on his.
If she'd pulled a gun on him, she might have gotten his attention quicker, but he wasn't sure. Her hold on his shirt-front loosened. He could have pulled away. She parted her mouth slightly and swept her tongue across his lips. Then he couldn't do anything but wrap his arms around her and draw her close.
She pressed herself against him. He could feel her breasts against his chest. Her tongue moved back and forth until he opened to admit her. She plunged inside, sweeping past his teeth to duel with him. When he would have angled his head over hers, she reached up her hands and held him still. Despite his greater height and strength, she was the aggressor.
Her fingers plunged into his hair and massaged the back of his neck. Her teeth nibbled his bottom lip. She mur-
mured his name, then pushed at his chest. He moved backward until the desk stopped him.
"Sit down," she said, between quick breaths.
He settled on the wooden surface and spread his legs. She stepped between his thighs. The sway of her skirts brushed against his groin. The slight caress made his hips flex toward her. Heavy need there pulsed in time with his rapid heartbeat, urging him onward to a madness he'd been careful to avoid in the past. Those long nights by the stream, even more recently, in Megan's bedroom, he'd been carefully in control. He'd set the pace and had been able to back away when the time came.
This afternoon, Megan had something to prove. He wanted to resist her, but he couldn't. Not when she touched him so tenderly. Not when her soft, unintelligible whispers came from her honestly. Not when there was nothing between them but the need.
"I decide," she said, moving her mouth from his lips to his jaw. He bit back a groan as small, perfect teeth bit down on his chin. "It's my choice. Not yours, not Colleen's, not anyone's."
Her hands moved to his chest and he felt her unfastening the buttons of his shirt. He thought of the window behind her and the fact that anyone could see in. He thought of how Megan would hate him if anything happened. She was igniting a fire she couldn't control. She expected a slight heat; he was ready to explode.
"Megan, you have to—"
"No," she said, and pressed her mouth to his chest.
He grabbed her upper arms, prepared to push her away. Instead, he held her close as her tongue stroked his flesh. She'd only undone three buttons, but it was enough to threaten him with madness. Moist warmth sent his blood racing. His maleness surged against his trousers. When one of her hands slipped to his thigh, he had to grit his teeth against the urge to press her untutored palm along him. Just the thought of her sweet caress had him thrusting toward her, the layers of her dress and petticoat preventing any real I contact or satisfaction.
"Damn you, Megan," he growled.
She raised her head. Passionate desire darkened her irises, even as her lips curved up in a smile. 'Tve decided this is very nice."
"Might I point out to you that we're in my office?"
"I don't care." She leaned against him and slowly wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "I don't care about anything anymore. Kiss me, Justin."
He gave up. He'd never been strong enough to deny her in the past. Why would now be any different?
He had just angled his mouth on hers, when he heard the door open. Even as he pulled back, a loud gasp filled the room. Megan jumped and spun toward the sound. He didn't need to look to know who had caught them in each other's arms.
"Megan Bartlett, I've never been so ashamed in my life," Colleen said, her voice shrill enough to threaten the windows. "I can't believe what I'm seeing."
Megan stepped away from him and pressed her hands to her chest. "Colleen! What are you doing here?"
Her sister glared at her. "I had heard an ugly rumor at my house this afternoon. Mrs. Greeley said she thought the two of you were keeping company. Like a fool I defended you." Her pinched mouth twisted down. "You slut."
Megan flinched. Justin rose to his feet and stepped in front of her. "Hold on, Colleen. There's no need to call anyone names. If someone's at fault, it's me."
"I have no doubt of that, Sheriff, but don't bother defending my sister. I know she came to you willingly."
