“You want to know what I think?” He lifted a finger and touched her two inches below the hollow of her throat where the skin was exposed above the vee of her T-shirt. “I think you’re curious as hell about what we’d be like together.”
Jori couldn’t lie. The raw heat surging through her was his doing. She was playing with fire. But, she reminded herself, there was only so much he would dare in a public place with a dozen people within the sound of her voice.
She straightened up, suddenly aware that a file cabinet handle had been poking hard into her back. “No thanks. I’m busy.”
“Boyfriend?” He said the word all snarky and dismissive of the imagined man.
She shrugged, trying to see past his shoulder. “I’m just not interested.”
“Liar.”
He leaned in until his beard tickled her left cheek and his voice was a deep dry gush of male temptation in her ear. “Let’s get the hell out of here and go somewhere we can satisfy our … curiosity.”
“Not going to happen.” She again put up a hand to push him away. Yet when she encountered the contours of hard warm muscle beneath his shirt, instead of shoving him away, her fingers curled reflexively into the fabric.
One side of his beard hitched up in what could only be a smile. He leaned toward her, applying the pressure of his chest until her hand retreated and there was no space left between their bodies. His chest crushed her breasts.
He was watching her, no doubt trying to determine just how far he could go before she screamed. “Don’t worry. I just want a taste of what I can’t have. Call it a consolation prize.”
For about a tenth of a second Jori thought, What if someone sees us? Then she stopped thinking of anything else but the man locking lips with hers.
Law just meant to touch his lips to hers, to brand her with a taste of what she’d be missing if she didn’t take him up on his offer. But then she surged in against him, her fingers grabbing fistfuls of the front of his tee as she opened her mouth under his.
It was like waving a red flag at one very touchy bull.
He had long ago outgrown having a teenage omni-directional dick that any passing pretty girl could make painfully hard. Yet all it took was Jori’s lips parting and her tongue sliding out over his lips to stretch his cock full-length. She wasn’t supposed to kiss like this. Like she knew what he wanted, and how he wanted it, and was ready to provide it as long as he needed it.
Even so, he knew what she was doing. Teasing herself, and him, with possibilities she had no intention of making good on. That was her mistake. Because right now he wanted her. Bad. And he wasn’t going to let her off easy.
He hadn’t forgotten about the fact that anyone could walk in on them at any time. This was just his one and only chance to scratch, if only a bit, his itch for her. He was going for it for as long as the opportunity lasted.
A low male sound came from somewhere deep in his chest as he gathered her in his arms and slanted his mouth, hard, against hers.
One of his hands gripped her braid near her nape and pulled until her head was tilted back under the power of his kiss. His other hand hauled her in by the waist; then his fingers dived down the back of her pants, under the waistband of her panties, to grasp one full mound of womanly ass.
Under the assault of his mouth Jori felt every cell in her body react. Her nipples tightened. Her sex clenched, hard, seeking satisfaction that required the participation of a male body. In no time he had taken apart every scintilla of resistance, with only a kiss, and she was sagging in surrender.
Jori held on, fingers flexed on his chest like a climber trying to find a hold on the face of a sheer rock cliff. He kissed like he was on fire, all desperate need laced with the absolute control of a man who knew what he wanted and exactly how to get it.
Law felt her surrender. Her body went soft in his arms. His hands slid lower, one to embrace her shoulders while the other curved down deeper under her butt to lift and mold her body to fit his. She helped, rising up on tiptoe. He was home free.
The sudden burst of laughter from the main room was as startling as a gunshot.
Law jerked his mouth from hers and twisted his head back to check the doorway. No one stood there. But it was only a matter of time before someone noticed their absence and came looking for them. Not that he really gave a damn. He was hard enough to pound steel. Was ready to take her on the desk right in front of every bug-eyed veteran, volunteer, and dog in the place. But she wouldn’t like that.
Law released her. Well, he tried. His hands weren’t listening to his head. His fingers made it all the way out of her panties, only to grip her upper arms as if they knew that releasing her was the very last thing he wanted to do. If he couldn’t let go of her, he needed to think of something else.
“Are you finished?”