Page 68 of Unexpectedly Wanted
His head turned like he was checking something over his shoulder. Then he actually stepped into my office and casually shut the door behind him. With all the confidence in the world, he strutted over to my side of the desk and rested his ass on the edge right next to me. Which put his crotch nearly at eye level.
“You want it?” he asked, arms crossing over his chest. Snapping my gaze up to meet his, I nodded. He knew anyway, so there was no point pretending otherwise. One of his arms fell away, and then his hand was cupping my chin. My mouth parted as he lightly brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. “Later,” he promised, his eyes turning dark, like they usually did when he was thinking about all the dirty things he wanted to do to my body.
“It’s the last night,” I stupidly blurted out.
That lustful, dark gaze faded away, replaced by something that my gut told me was an emotion akin to sadness. I didn’t like that look in his eyes. In fact, I ached to take it away. To make it better. Except I didn’t know how.
“It doesn’t have to be over,” he told me. His voice was soft, almost sweet. “Remember what we talked about last night.”
I swallowed hard, but couldn’t bring any words forward. I must have needed more reassurance than I was aware of.
“Anyway,” he said after the silence had lingered an uncomfortable amount of time. “Like I said, I’m grabbing some groceries and heading home.”
Home.
He’d said that before, but it hadn’t struck me until now.
I liked the way it seemed to come out naturally, as if my place was actually his too.
Why was I still silent? How come all I could do was sit there and stare at this amazing man like I had no brain in my head?
“Okay, cool,” he said, drawing out the two words awkwardly. “So, is there anything you’re craving?”
“No,” I said with a shake of my head. “I’ll be happy with whatever you feel like making.”
I smiled as the wordhappyleft my lips. I hoped he understood what it was I was trying to show him. What I didn’t think I completely comprehended myself.
I think it meant that I was happy. With him. In my life. And I wanted it to stay that way. With him. In my life. Being happy.
If I could have managed to string any words together, I would have told him that. I would have done my best to express all the unusual feelings I was having.
I wished more than anything I had.
If not for any other reason but to let him know.
“See you in a bit, then?” he asked, and I nodded in response. “One hour. I mean it, Mi. One more hour and then you shut it down and head home.”
“I will. I’ll set a timer on my phone. I’ll be there,” I promised.
He shifted to leave, but my body wasn’t done with him yet. I was barely aware of my arm reaching out, hand wrapping around his wrist to snag him back to me. As his head turned, I stood, keeping my eyes locked on his gaze once I had it. His brow went up, arcing so magically, asking the questions that didn’t need to be voiced.
What?
Are you okay?
Is there something else you wanted?
That last one was asked with a knowing smirk. And I found myself unable to resist his sexy lips.
I leaned in, mouth brushing against his as my eyes drifted closed. Then suddenly, his hand was wrapped around the back of my head, cradling it and pulling me closer at the same time. The kiss he gave me drove me insane. It pushed and pulled and tossed me around in so many directions. It demanded more from me. It gave everything to me. Sweet. Hot. Loving.
My head was swimmy by the time he slowly broke away. I think I hung there, eyes closed and still in the moment of the kiss, for a few embarrassingly long seconds. Which I became aware of when his low, deep chuckle floated into my ears.
“You’re so adorable, Mi. I love it.”
Those words had me blinking my eyes open.
Both of us realized at the same time what he’d said. It wasn’t exactly saying “I love you,” but it was close. So close it made me wonder things.
