She held his eyes for a moment before bolstering her courage.
“I’m asking … ” She reached down, taking his wrist in her hand. “I’m asking that you act on the attraction that has shimmered in the air between us since you walked into the building.”
With each word, she slowly moved his hand up her torso until his fingers brushed the underside of her breast. “Don’t tell me you haven’t been feeling it too.”
It was a dare she was hoping he wouldn’t walk away from.
He studied her for a moment, probably trying to gauge her seriousness. Sarah was burning so hot that she was one move away from ripping her shirt over her head in an attempt to get some relief. She must have let some of her intent show because his square jaw ticked with the effort of, what she hoped, holding himself back from mauling her.
“On the desk,” he growled.
“Excuse me?” Sarah’s words came in breathless bursts as the power of his statement washed over her.
“On. The. Desk.” He released her and took a small step back, leaving the choice solely up to her.
Taking a deep breath, she inched backward until she felt the cool edge against her thighs. Meeting his ice-chip gaze, she hopped as graceful as someone her size could onto the surface with a dare of her own simmering in her eyes. Resting her hands placidly at her sides, she raised a brow. Your move big boy.
He gave a barely perceptible nod as if acknowledging her challenge before he closed the distance between them. He reached out and ran featherlight fingers down the column of her exposed throat. A tremor rocked her body at the contact and she fought to keep her eyes open and locked with his. She wanted to see the moment the heat took over.
Leaning in slowly, Falon’s lips followed the path his fingers just traveled.
“I want you to hold very, very still,” he whispered along her jaw line.
She was helpless but to swallow and obey. At this point, she couldn’t move a muscle if the building were on fire.
“Good girl.” He placed his warm hands on her thighs, and stepping back slightly, allowing the cool air surrounding them to register against the heat of her skin. In the back of her mind, she knew she should be offended. And she would be. As soon as he stopped slowly pushing her skirt up her legs.
Letting her head fall back and her eyes close, she focused her on the sensation of his slightly rough fingers running along the skin of her upper thighs. Who knew such a simple touch could devastate her body?
“Brace your hands behind you.” His voice was darker now, threatening in a way that had her wanting to squirm just to see what he would do if she moved.
Breath labored, she did as she was told and placed her hands on the desk behind her. Leaving her body prone and open to his devouring eyes she could feel working their way slowing down her body. Falon’s slight intake of breath told her that he had just discovered the miniscule black panties that she kept hidden under her cream skirt. She fought a smile as his touch returned with more force.
She thought she was going to die if he didn’t do something soon. The slow play of his palms on the outside of her thighs was slowing driving her mad. When his hungry mouth returned to lay claim to her collarbone, she couldn’t hold in her whimper of pleasure. This slow seduction of her body was a torture that she hoped he would never stop.
By the time his mouth reached the upper slope of her breast, she was a quivering ball of need centered in the pulsing heat of her core.
“Not a muscle,” he growled as a hand worked its way up her curves to take her needy body in its grasp.
Finally.
Soon the feel of his thumb dancing slow circles around her wonton, lace-covered breast wasn’t enough. She needed to feel him. His skin on her aching dips and hollows. His mouth traveled to the other, leaving behind it a trail of stinging nips and soothing kisses. Sarah could hear her breath sawing in and out of her lungs when Falon finally showed her some mercy by wrenching her top from her body.
His hands danced across her naked torso inspiring moans she had lost all will to fight. Anything to keep his hands on her and his mouth slowing working its way where she needed him the most. When he brushed the barrier of lace out of his way and took her needy breast in his mouth, she purred her approval while arching her back offering herself to him completely.
The small circles his other hand had been tracing on her thigh moved higher until they were brushing the edge of her panties. A murmur of distress and want broke from her lips as she angled her hips in an attempt to get him where she wanted.
“Not a muscle,” he warned and stopped the movement of his hand and kissed across the valley of her breasts to give the other the same through attention as the first.
His warm breath against her wet skin pushed her closer to that cliff he had been steadily pushing her toward. Afraid he would leave her stranded in the desert of need his hands led her into, Sarah took control of her rebellious hips and prepared to wait him out. But God, it was killing her.
When she thought just the sensation of his lips, tongue, and teeth on her would push her over the edge, his hand found the aching center of her need, instantly sending her soaring to the stars. He took no mercy and used his very talented hand to push her so high she feared she would never come back down. Increasing the speed and pressure of his fingers, he brought her to the brink of sanity and back again.
He stayed with her until the last of the spasms left her body and reality slowly came back into focus. His hot kisses along her collarbone and firm hands on her hips let her know she hadn’t been hallucinating. She was really lying on her back on his desk, spread out like a wonton feast ready for him to devour.
Falon Wolfe had really given her the best orgasm of her life and she was still half-clothed.
His labored breathing proved he wasn’t totally unaffected by the experience as well. When she could feel her limbs again, she attempted to loosen his tie but he intercepted her uncoordinated finger. Using her wayward hand, he pulled her into a sitting position. There was a white-hot desire blazing in his eyes yet he didn’t make a move to touch her. He only stood, taking in her disheveled, blissfully languid appearance.
“Good night, Sarah.” His hoarse whisper took a moment to register through the orgasm fog surrounding her brain and by then it was too late. He bent and kissed the side of her neck once more before crossing the room.
Chapter Eight
It was two o’clock on Saturday and Sarah was unrepentantly still in her robe and pajamas. She had been replaying the events of Wednesday night’s desk encounter since the cloud of lust burst when Falon quietly closed the office door leaving her alone and confused. It wasn’t until she was slinking out of the building into the night that the fact he never kissed her registered. He had made love to her body, expertly, but he hadn’t made love to her. Not really.
He had made sure that damned control of his stayed firmly in place even while he took her to such soaring heights. Sarah hated that omnipresent control. There had to be a way to get him to relinquish it.
She closed her eyes as a particularly explosive memory of that night brought her body to tingling awareness. While she wanted to see him as lost in the moment as herself, she was beginning to think that she would take him any way she could. That wouldn’t do. She didn’t want him want him. She just wanted him to remember the man he used to be.
Control wasn’t everything and for some reason he had forgotten to live. When he left Chicago in a few weeks, she wanted him to take that with him. And she knew he would be leaving. Falon Wolfe didn’t let the dust settle for too long.