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"Where the fuck is she?"
Brian points. "In my headquarters. I told her I had something important to take care of first, and said she could wait for me in my office." I waltz to the door. "Good luck taming her."
13
ALISHA
With my elbowsresting on Brian's desk, I lean my head in my hands and wait.God, what was I even thinking?I can't imagine Brian touching me. He's charming and good-looking, but there it stops. My body doesn't react to him as it does to his friend. I let out a frustrated huff.Why did Cole say no?
My heart constricts with an unknown feeling as I think back to what I said to him when he said no. It was insensitive, but… all I want is to be close to a man, feel his touch on my bare skin without freaking out. Guess it will never happen now.
The sound of voices coming from the hallway makes me rise. I let my hand straighten my little black dress as I walk to the middle of the office, and wait for Brian to enter. My breath halts, when instead of the bar owner, a very broad, furious-looking bulldozer bursts inside. The door shuts with a bang.Shit. I should have known Brian would call Cole. The energy radiating off this giant is anything but calm. His colossal frame blocks the way out, and I know I don't stand a chance trying to pass him. A fresh dose of yearning shoots through me, and my heartbeat increases when my gaze wanders from his legs further upwards. Seeing his broad and prominent chest rising and falling at an excessive speed is tantalizing.God, this man is sex on legs.
Buthe's not interested in me, so, pulling strength from my inner source of self-confidence, I place my hands on my hips and say as nonchalantly as possible, "I’m going home. Goodnight." I try to pass him, but he stops me by stretching out his arm.
"I don't think so… Alisha.” The words leaving his lips are nothing but a low rumbling growl, but my traitorous body doesn't mind and reacts to it by tingling in areas I don't want it to.
"Bulldozer, I'm tired, and I want to go home." His frame is like one of those transformers that unfolds as he stretches out to his full height before me. I crane my neck to look him in his eyes.
"You should have thought about that before you came here and asked my best mate if he wanted to fuck you. Have you lost your goddamn mind? You can't—"
I shove my finger into his chest. "I can do whatever the hell I want. You have nothing to say about it. You've been loud and clear. You don't want me. So I—"
In a wink, our positions change, and my back is pressed against the office wall, and I swallow when he places his hands next to my face. "Look at me." The dominant tone in which he speaks has me meeting his hypnotic, sky-blue eyes. "You, are the most intractable, stubborn, and irritating woman I've ever met. Keep those red lips sealed for a second, and let me speak," he says when I'm about to open my mouth. "I said no to you earlier, not because I don't want you. Because help me God, I do." He removes one of his hands and draws a feathery line with the pad of his finger from my cheek to my neck, stopping at the little dip between my collarbones. I close my eyes, soaking up his touch as it doesn't awaken fear but other sensations I haven't felt in ages. "Alisha, I'm not a goddamn male prostitute you can use."
His words cause a knot in my stomach. He’s right. What I said tonight was heartless, and he deserves an apology. "I'm sorry. It's just..."
"What?" he asks.
The voice inside my head is screaming,Be honest!So after a calming breath, I tell the truth.
"It hurt when you said no."
His eyes inspect me while he takes a loose strand of hair hanging alongside my jaw and puts it behind my ear with a tenderness I have to admit, I enjoy.
"I miss being touched, Cole. Having this constant panic roaming inside of me is tiring. I want to be able to feel and be close to a man without shutting down. You’re the only one that, for whatever reason, my body and mind seem to trust."
He gently cups my cheek in his palm, and when I lean into the warmth of his skin, he bends his head and places his forehead against mine. Our breaths mingle, and I can't control—or maybe I just don't want to control—my fingertips as they start to trace his defined pecs through his shirt.
"Alisha…” His hoarse voice reverberates through my spine, and when I don’t stop, he lowers his other hand from the wall to place it on my waist. My skin melts into his touch like ice cream in a warm porcelain bowl. This is what I crave. This is what I need.
"Please, keep touching me," I beg in a raspy whisper. When his thumb trails the contours of my red-covered lips, my tongue darts out and touches the tip of his finger.
My name leaves his mouth in a throaty moan. "Alisha."
I shake my head softly. "Don't think, Cole. Please—"
Pure delight explodes in my abdomen when his warm lips crash onto mine. I never knew I would love facial hair this much, but it gives an extra dimension as it brushes my sensitive skin. His tongue brushes against mine, demanding a reaction, and I gladly obey. With care, his right hand descends along my waist and stops at the seam of my black dress, where it caresses the naked flesh of my upper thigh. This simple touch makes my core throb, and when I moan with contentment, he presses me harder against the wall.
Needing him closer, I lift my leg. He grabs my ass with both hands and lifts me off the ground in one swift motion. My limbs wrap themselves around his waist like a hungry snake, and my fingers slide into his hair—tugging at his blond locks.Fuck, I need him so much.My dress is up and crumpled on my hips, and I can't focus on anything but his mouth on mine and the growing arousal pressed against my aching center. When he molds my buttocks firmly, my head falls back, and his lips lick and suck on the skin of my neck as if he's starved.
My heartrate speeds up, not from fear, but from pure lustful need when his right hand lets go of my ass and brushes across my soaking wet thong.
"Fuck, you're so..." He lifts his head and gazes into my eyes. There is no smile on his lips—only the hot intensity of his stare telling me this is the start of the inferno to come. His hand travels back, and I moan like a cat in heat when he cups my pussy.
"Is this what you need?"
With pure desperation in my voice, I answer. "Yes!"
