He wrapped an arm around my lower back, turning the door handle with his free hand. When the door was open, he pushed his body against mine and we both tumbled into the office. I stumbled but he tightened his hold on my back, keeping me upright.
I held tight to his shirt as he kicked the door closed and picked me up, his big hands cradled around my backside. He put my back against the door and leaned in to me again.
“Or you’ll see the side of me I’ve held back. The side that won’t stop like I did that night at your place.”
The corners of my mouth turned up in a small smile. “Maybe that’s what I want.”
He groaned and pressed his lips to mine, his tongue sweeping across mine in a deep kiss that sent a dizzying wave of arousal from my head down to my toes.
I was pinned against the door by him, our bodies perfectly aligned. My breasts pressed against his solid chest and my hips instinctively arched against him. His thick, rigid erection against my belly reminded me that I had some control over him, too.
“You smell so fuckin’ good, Viv,” he said, his breath hot on my neck. He pressed a soft kiss to my collarbone, his soft beard brushing over my skin.
“I want you,” I said, a note of desperation in my tone. “I want that leather and cedar smell of you all over me. I want to taste you and feel you and hear you say my name when you come.”
With a low growl, he hiked my leg up around his hip. The pencil skirt of my suit strained and my leg fell back down. Kane grunted his frustration and picked me up, his hands squeezing my ass as he carried me to his large wood desk.
My heart raced with a hot, heady sensation. Kane’s hungry gaze made me forget all my inhibitions. When he set me on the floor and hiked my skirt up around my hips, I moaned softly.
“Sit on my desk,” he ordered.
I slid myself onto the edge, my eyes never leaving his. He pushed my thighs wide apart and brushed his thumb down my slit through my wet panties.
He groaned. “So fucking wet for me, Viv. Lean back on your hands.”
I did, and when he reached for the sides of my panties, I raised my hips so he could work them down. Cool air washed over my exposed skin.
Kane slid the panties past my heels and bent down, his warm breath on my thighs making me shiver. He wrapped his big hands around my hips, pressing against the skirt bunched around them. When he kissed my sensitive inner thighs, my back arched into the air and I cried out.
He kissed and licked and even nipped a little at my thighs. By the time his tongue eased inside me and he grunted with satisfaction, I was already on the verge of coming.
“Kane . . . oh, God. Yes. So . . . ohhhh.”
He licked and sucked for a couple minutes and then held tight to my hips as I came hard, his tongue still working me into a frenzy. The orgasm seemed to last and last, and I was panting when my back relaxed against the surface of his desk.
“That almost killed me,” I said with a low laugh. “My God. I’d ask where you learned to do that, but that would just make me jealous.”
He stood and extended a hand to help me to my feet. I slipped my panties back on and pulled my shirt back down as he pulled up the bottom of his t-shirt and wiped off his face, giving me a flash of his defined ab muscles.
“I have to get back,” I said. “Marcus is bringing me onto a big case and we’re discussing it.”
Kane’s eyes darkened. “Is he coming on to you?”
“No. This is just work.”
He nodded, his expression still on the verge of a scowl. “I’m gonna need to see you this weekend.”
“Oh, are you?” I ran a hand through my hair, trying to fix it. “Maybe you should apologize for walking out on me, then.”
“Wasn’t that apology enough?” He gestured at the desk.
“No. You hurt me. I need words. One in particular.”
The scowl made its appearance and he heaved out a sigh. “I’m sorry, alright? I fucked up.”
I smiled and kissed him. My taste still lingered on his lips.
“You’re forgiven. I’ll make you dinner Friday night.”