Distracted by warm thoughts of being minty fresh and thousand thread count sheets, Sarah wasn’t paying attention to where she was going. When she collided with the warm, solid mass that went by the name Falon Wolfe, she had to suppress a groan. When his arm wrapped around her waist to balance her, she nearly groaned for a completely different reason.
“You all right?” His voice rumbled close to where her head rested against his chest.
“Uh.” She pulled back before giving in to the temptation the hard planes of his chest presented broke what little willpower she had left. “Yeah, just a little distracted I suppose.”
Falon fell silent causing her to look up in wonder. Suddenly she couldn’t catch her breath. He was standing so close and the heat of his hands, still held firmly on her waist, were the only things grounding her. The look in his eyes was purely predatory and she instantly felt the instinct to flee before he devoured her. So slowly she didn’t realize his intention, he moved them toward the glass walls dividing the offices from the hall. When her back came into contact with the cool surface, she hissed as the sensation of Falon’s heat to her front and the cold glass pressed to her back shocked her nerves to life.
“There’s something I forgot to give you last night.” His voice was a low growl that triggered some base reaction in her deprived body to do somersaults. She did all she could to not melt into a puddle of need at his feet as she swallowed around the sudden dryness in her throat. She meant to ask what he had forgotten but couldn’t find her voice. Instead, she forced her gaze back to his smoldering eyes and could only hold on for the ride.
A smirk curled the corner of Falon’s lips, breaking the spell he cast over her. She narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth to let him know just what she thought of that smirk when his mouth suddenly claimed hers. He effortlessly invaded every corner of her vulnerable lips in an onslaught that robbed her of her breath. He slipped his tongue between her lips that were still parted to deliver a scathing remark, and she lost all thought outside the way he made love to her mouth as he stepped closer, pinning her more tightly between the solid surface of his hard body and the glass behind her.
Unable to stifle her moan of pleasure, she was suddenly propelled into motion. The taste of him on her tongue drove her beyond reason as she dug her fingers deep into his dark hair and pulled him closer. Lost in the pleasure of his body aligned with hers, she dueled with his tongue giving back as much sensation as he gave. She wasn’t sure if she remembered to breathe or if he was forcing his breath into her lungs. It didn’t matter as long as Falon kept doing that trick with his tongue.
Remembering she had hands, she put them to good use exploring his strong back and shoulders. She ran them up his spine and felt a tinge of satisfaction as the movement elicited a shiver of desire. Falon deepened the kiss again and she could do nothing more than burrow her hands in his thick hair and hold on.
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Falon had wasted most of the day trying to push thoughts of Sarah from his mind. He couldn’t get the images of her from his dream to stop teasing him. Every time he blinked she was there, in some new provocative scene torturing him. He was going crazy. It was the only explanation. There was no way he could possibly want he that badly. Deciding he had burned enough energy in the farce of being productive, Falon called it a night and that’s when the object of his current unrelenting fantasies practically tackled him in the hallway. What was a man to do?
The moment his lips connected with hers, he was lost. He had never spent much time thinking about the pleasure of kissing—there had been more important things to enjoy—but the feel of Sarah’s lips beneath his, the thrust of her tongue moving in time with his own had him seriously rethinking its merits, at least where this woman was concerned.
The little sounds of pleasure she was making threatened to drive him wild. He was almost certain she was unaware of the mews and tiny growling pleas escaping their kiss. Pulling her closer to his body he couldn’t seem to get enough of the feel of her, the rightness of her in his arms. That thought shocked some control back into his seriously depleted willpower. He wasn’t doing this because he couldn’t stop himself. He was doing it because the woman turned him on. Simple as that, nothing deep, nothing lasting. He didn’t do lasting. When his hand started inching to the tempting swell of her breast, he knew he was in trouble.
Slowly decelerating the kiss, he worked up the strength to pull away from her lush mouth. Seeing it swollen and wet from his kisses made him want to dip his head once more and say to hell with control. The hot-blooded man in him urged him to take her where they stood. Then again across his desk, and maybe on hers, and that’s what had him pulling back further. That unrestrained side of his nature was the very thing he didn’t need making decisions for him. Ever.
Breathing deeply, he forced himself to take a step back. Banking the fire that undoubtedly burned in his eyes, he studied Sarah as the haze of passion faded and awareness once again took over. When those beautiful chocolate eyes narrowed, he relaxed in the knowledge that his mask of indifference worked. Inside he was burning for her, but he couldn’t act on impulse. He had to bank the fire. He still wanted her so badly he ached, but he would only have her on his terms.
“Good night, Sarah,” he whispered through the reverence of the moment.
Walking away from her flushed skin and the anger now simmering in her eyes was one of the hardest things he had done in a very long time, which only had him picking up the pace. He had to get a handle on this thing before he took that next step and he needed to do it fast. His body couldn’t take much more of this abuse. At least he had his dreams. Starting his car, he grimaced at the certainty of a cold shower once he reached his hotel.
Chapter Seven
Twelve hours later and she could still feel his kiss. It had been like a phantom haunting her all night and worming its way into her dreams. And what dreams they were. Sarah had woken in the middle of the night covered in sweat with an ache in her core that she was certain only Falon could cure. Dragging herself into work that day had been hell. She was tired, cranky, and more turned on than she ever remembered being, which only added to her frustration.
Having to work side-by-side with the source of her current state wasn’t helping either. As soon as she set foot in the agency, Falon had confined them to her office to go over every account for the past five years. She found some satisfaction in the fact that it seemed she wasn’t the only on feeling a little surly this morning. Falon seemed to be made of stone today, his rigid control making his words clipped and his movements mechanical. Sarah was beginning to seriously dislike this new Falon as he grunted over her paperwork.
He sat across from her with the cold detachment she was growing to hate while she burned from the inside out. Watching him work out of the corner of her eye, she wondered if this was the real Falon and the man she knew briefly nine years ago was the aberration. It would explain his mystifying ability to shut down emotionally at the first threat to his defenses. Shaking her head, she couldn’t bring herself to believe that for some reason. He thought that living in a self-imposed state of disconnect was for the best for some unknown reason. She wanted to prove to him he was much too virile to try and hide behind his wall of ice.
Fidgeting yet again, she looked through the glass wall of her office only to be assaulted by the memory of last night’s kiss. Just looking at the glass she could feel its smooth, cool pressure along her back and bare legs, which only brought the sensation of Falon’s heated body pinning her to it. God, the feel of him pressed firmly, hip to head, the hard planes of his chest rubbing her breast causing her to go into a frenzy for more. A shiver snaked down her spine that had nothing to do with a chill and everything to do with the swelling warmth spreading through her middle.