Jack handed her his handkerchief and strode around his desk. “I don’t know, but we’re ending this. Right now. I’m not going to let you be scared like this again.” He picked up his phone and thumbed through it until he found the number for the security company. He brought it to his ear and waited for someone to pick up, all while watching Eva. She sat perfectly still, staring at her knees. Shell-shocked.
“Hello,” he said when the receptionist answered. “I have a meeting with Max tomorrow. I was wondering if we could move that up to this afternoon? I’ll pay whatever he wants. It’s important.”
The receptionist checked Max’s schedule and arranged the appointment change. When Jack ended the call, Eva said, “Who’s that?”
“It’s a security firm. They come highly recommended by some people I know.”
She was leaning forward, her hair covering her face. He came back around to her and tucked the silky strands behind her ear. “We’re going to figure it out, okay? This ends now.”
She nodded. “It’s just ridiculous, you know? Why me?”
He could think of a million reasons why. The most obvious reason was the one that Eva seemed oblivious to—she was every man’s fantasy.
Even frightened and dirty, perched at the edge of his desk with her shoulders slumped, she was maddeningly alluring, with the outline of her full tits pressing against her sheer blouse, and her long legs visible under her short skirt. Knowing she was completely nude underneath was almost too much to take. He stood in front of her and ran his hands from her shoulders, down her bare arms, unable to keep from touching her.
He wanted to be supportive and protective, but he also wanted to take her right there, to push inside her and assure her with his body that she was safe in his arms.
“Well, that’s what we’re going to figure out,” he said.
“Thanks.” She scooted back on his desk and placed her hands in her lap. Then she crossed her legs, granting him what he was pretty sure was an unintentional flash of her bare pussy. He swallowed hard, doing his best to control the erection beginning to tent the front of his pants.
She bit on her lip, and suddenly blurted, “I’m sorry, Jack. About this morning. I shouldn’t have pushed you into something you obviously didn’t want to do. That wasn’t part of our agreement.”
He had to laugh at that. How could she be so damn oblivious sometimes? “Is that really what you thought?” He shook his head. “I wanted to. Damn, I wanted to. I was honestly worried about hurting you. I was afraid you would be sore from last night.”
“Oh.” A small smile appeared on her lips. “Well, I was. But I also—I don’t know, I can’t explain it. It’s like this switch has flipped inside me, and I can’t control it.” She gazed up at him through her lashes. “I want you. Constantly. I can’t help it. All I can think about is…you know what. Is that normal?”
A blush had bloomed on her cheeks. Goddamn, she was so fucking beautiful, and Jack had never heard sweeter words in his life. He shifted in front of her, but there was no longer any controlling the erection swelling behind his fly.
He let his hands smooth up her thighs to the hem of her skirt, playing with the fabric there. “You’re thinking about it now?”
She hesitated before nodding almost imperceptibly.
Fuck. She’d been chased through the city, and here she was, sweaty and bleeding and scared as hell. She could’ve been seriously hurt, and yet she still wanted him to take her.
Feeling a flash of pride at being the man to have muddled her priorities so thoroughly, he straightened, drawing so close that he could feel her short, rapid breaths against his face. He wrapped his hands around her waist and nudged her back across the surface of the desk.
“Wait right there. Don’t move.” He checked the door and locked it, ignoring the flash of conscience that streaked through him.
Hell, this was what they made locks for, right? He wasn’t about to deny Eva right now, not when she was looking at him like his dick was all she needed to make everything all right again.
He turned to her, his breath catching at her beauty. She’d taken to wearing her hair down these past couple of days, and hell, she had some sexy hair. He instinctively put a hand out to stroke it, and his fingers grazed her jaw. She leaned into his touch.
His pulse skittered as she looked up at him, tongue sweeping out across her bottom lip.
He ran a finger up her arm, toward the neckline of her blouse. The top buttons were undone. His finger hung on the opening before unfastening the next one. Now it was loose enough that he could tug it from her shoulder, exposing her hardened nipple.
“What, exactly, are you thinking about?” he asked, as he leaned over her and flicked the hard pebble with his tongue. “This?”
She inhaled sharply. “Yes.”
He cupped her breast, bringing it to his mouth. He showered his attention on it while unclasping the rest of the buttons on her blouse, and then found the other and squeezed them together. Her head fell back, allowing him to sweep his tongue up the column of her throat, pressing those gorgeous bare tits against his chest.
“And what else?” he asked.
His hands played at her thighs now, pushing her pencil skirt up so that she could open her legs. She wiggled her ba
ckside on the desk, letting his hot hands thrust the fabric up, over her bottom. She moaned as his hands cupped her bare ass, massaging the full flesh there.