Page 20 of Legacy Of Ashes
"I saw how you watched me. Like you wanted to devour me."
She's close enough to touch now, close enough that I can see the pulse racing in her throat. My hands clench into fists to keep from reaching for her.
"You have no idea what I want to do to you."
"Tell me."
"I want to strip that power suit off your body and remind you that underneath all that authority, you're still a woman who responds to my touch."
Her breath catches. "That sounds dangerous."
"Everything about this is dangerous."
"I don't care." She reaches up, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "I'm tired of pretending I don't want you."
"Your father?—"
"Isn't here." Her hand slides down my chest, making me groan. "It's just us, Conall. Just you and me and this thing between us that's been burning for years."
Years. Christ, she's right. I've wanted her since she turned eighteen, fought it when she left for university, nearly went insane when she came back a woman instead of a girl.
"Someone could walk in."
"The warehouse is empty. Security's watching all the exits." Her fingers work at my shirt buttons. "I checked."
"If we do this?—"
"When we do this," she corrects.
That breaks my last defense. I capture her mouth with mine, kissing her with years of suppressed hunger. She responds with equal passion, her hands fisting in my shirt to pull me closer.
I lift her onto the desk, stepping between her thighs as documents scatter to the floor. Her legs wrap around my waist, holding me against her heat.
"God, I've wanted this," she gasps against my mouth.
"You have no idea how many nights I've thought about you. How many times I've had to stop myself from coming to your room."
My hands slide up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher. The silk of her stockings against my palms makes me groan. She arches into my touch, desperate for contact.
"Touch me," she pleads. "I need to feel your hands on me."
I find the heat between her legs, already soaked through delicate lace. She cries out when I stroke her through the fabric, her hips grinding against my fingers.
"Fuck, you're dripping for me."
"I've been wet since I walked in here. Watching you watch me, knowing what you were thinking." Her voice turns breathless as I circle her clit through the lace. "Knowing you wanted to bend me over this desk and take me."
"Is that what you want? For me to take you right here where anyone could walk in?"
"Yes." Her nails rake down my chest. "I want you to fuck me like I'm yours."
I push the lace aside, sliding two fingers inside her wet heat. She's tight, perfect, and the sound she makes nearly brings me to my knees.
"You are mine," I growl, pumping my fingers while my thumb works her clit. "Say it."
"I'm yours," she gasps, riding my hand. "Only yours."
Her fingers work frantically at my belt, freeing my aching cock. When her small hand wraps around me, I nearly come right there.
