“Because it was the nice thing to do?”
“Would he honestly do the ‘nice’ thing?” Marcy snorted and she realized she was right. Falon would never go out of his way to be nice, at least not now anyway. The old Falon was a whole other story.
“I suppose not,” she finally said to get Marcy to stop laughing.
“From what Frank tells me, the man was practically chomping at the bit to hunt you down and rip you from the arms of whatever unlucky man had the pleasure of dancing with you.”
“But we weren’t dancing with anyone.” They hadn’t been. Marcy had told her that she liked to drag Frank to places like the club they visited last night to build anticipation and make him feel manly, somehow. Sarah didn’t get it, but whatever worked for them.
“I know that, and you know that. But he didn’t know that and let me tell you, Mr. Falon Wolfe was none too happy about the idea of another man laying hands on you.”
“Okay, but how does that help me now? I still have the drunken incident to work around, remember?”
Marcy waved her off. “Nothing a man can’t get over with a little teasing. Let me let you in on a little secret …”
For the next twenty minutes, Sarah and Marcy hatched a plan to get Falon squirming in his well-tailored suits and hopefully got her one step closer to her goal. When she was leaving the kitchen, Marcy stopped her with a hand on her arm.
“Tell me one thing,” Marcy said, looking slightly troubled.
“Sure.” She was a little concerned about her friend’s change in mood. What if she went back on her word?
“Are you going to sleep with him?” She was speechless for a moment. Was she going to sleep with him? She hadn’t thought about it. She knew she wanted him to wake up and stop acting like a robot. She also knew that deep down a part of her wanted to feel the way he made her feel one more time. So yeah, maybe she was.
“I don’t know yet.”
“Just be careful. I have a feeling this guy has the power to hurt you, and if things don’t go your way I don’t want to have to track him down and hurt him.”
Sarah gave Marcy a shaky smile. The woman kept surprising her with how much she seemed to care. With a quick nod of understanding, she headed back in the direction of her office to attempt to get some work done. With the thoughts of Falon and what Marcy had suggested she do swirling around her head, she doubted she would get much done beyond staring at a blank computer screen.
Five had rolled around before she knew it and she still hadn’t talked herself into anything Marcy had suggested. Just thinking about it caused her to blush. Shutting down her computer, she decided to leave it for another day. She couldn’t be that appealing today anyway. She felt like she had been rolled in grime and was almost positive her breath still carried traces of alcohol. Hot. Sarah ran her tongue over her fuzzy feeling teeth. What she really needed was a toothbrush and her bed.
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.
***
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.