Page 15 of Personal Foul
“Nope,” he says, popping the last part of the word.
“Great…” I trail off. I’m waiting for him to get up and exit my office, leaving me in a pool of my own desire when he goes.
My tongue darts out, unintentionally dragging it over my lips, trying to bring some moisture to my skin. Feeling like he’s stolen my breath away, I’m left in a daze.
I realize then the error of my move, or maybe it was a point for me, depending on how you look at it, when a deep growl escapes his throat.
“Colson…” I say, trailing off again.
“Sydney, why do you constantly tempt me?”
My heart stutters, forcing heavy breaths to heave from my chest, rising and falling with every inhale and exhale.
I don’t know what to say, I don’t dare move, as I lean back against the tall back of my chair. His eyes grow hooded, my hands curl into fists clenching the arms of my chair.
“Wha-what do you mean?”
“I told you last night at the bar how badly I wanted to kiss you. I understand you want to keep this professional and how our jobs can interfere if this went south, but you can’t look at me the way you do while licking those delicious lips and expect me not to want a taste.”
I drag my lower lip into my mouth, biting down on it at the mere mention of him tasting me. My mind shifts to all the ways he could use his mouth and all the places he could taste me. I picture my fingers gripping his dark hair, wanting to touch him, and urge him on.
He must sense where my thoughts have diverted as another groan emits throughout the small space. This time, it forces him to his feet, circling my desk until he’s standing over me.
“Is that what you want? You want me to taste you?”
I have nowhere else I can go as he pulls my hands away from my armrests, bending down to grip them himself. His forehead is nearly pressed against mine. My gaze bounces over his face, waiting for him to give in and kiss me.
I’m going out of my mind with how badly I want him, and judging by the smirk on his face now, he must know my resistance is starting to wear thin.
“I told you, if I kiss you again, all bets are off.”
His eyes stare at my neck, trailing down to where my chest heaves before a string of curse words fly out of his mouth. It’s low, only a quiet mumble left for me to hear, but it rings clear how tied up we both are over how bad we want this.
I clamp my legs together, forcing some friction to ease my growing arousal. My eyes break away from his to see what has captured his attention, finding my nipples beading beneath the thin material of my chiffon dress.
There’s no denying my reaction to being near him or how turned on he makes me from his words alone.
Glancing back up at him reveals his intensity, his eyes hooded, his jaw tense. We are both riding the edge of giving in. One step in either direction will make or break this between us.
“Are you picturing me on my knees in front of you, in your office, tasting you?”
He leans in further, pressing his cheek against mine. His breath feathers over my ear, and I tilt my head to the side, not knowing what he’s about to do but giving him better access to my neck.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sydney,” he sighs, “and so damn sexy.”
My hands reach out, holding onto his wrists, which are now planted on the arms of the chair. This move drives him forward as he leans in closer, pressing a soft kiss against the base of my neck, below my ear.
“You have no idea how much I want you, how badly I need to feel you wrapped around me.”
My hands squeeze his wrists even tighter. A small thought in the back of my mind smolders on how all of this is my fault. We are both being held back by my fears, and if I let them go, he would give in to me. Yet, here we are, sitting in my office one second away from someone walking through the door, and we haven’t even done anything to be exposed.
Yet, anyone would be able to detect how badly I want him.
“Colson…” I say, ready to give in. Ready to tell him to kiss me, to take me right here because I don’t give a shit anymore.
I’m not sure what he thinks he hears in my voice, as he presses another kiss against my neck, feathering a warm breath over my wet skin before pulling back. Only this time, he stands up, my hands release his hold when he steps back, leaving me with an ache of missing him.
“I’m in no hurry, Sydney. I’ll have you all alone again soon, and I have no problem waiting until you’re ready.”
He flashes me his signature smirk as he turns and walks across my office. When he reaches for the door handle, he peers over his shoulder and says, “See you on Thursday.”
