Matt tilted his head. ‘So what do you think we should do about it?’
She knew exactly what she wanted to do about it, but the whole bump-on-the-head/kiss misunderstanding that afternoon in his house suddenly flew into her head and made her pause. ‘What do you think?’
‘I think we should get it out of our systems.’ He took a step towards her, his eyes gleaming, and her pulse thudded.
What an excellent idea. ‘How?’
‘You know perfectly well how.’
Her heart began to gallop. ‘I thought you didn’t mix business with pleasure.’
‘I don’t.’
‘So what’s this?’
‘I don’t employ you. The state does.’
Thank heavens for that. ‘Good point. So when do you think we should set about getting it out of our systems?’
‘What’s wrong with now?’
Thrills scurried through her. ‘There are hundreds of people on the other side of the corridor,’ she said a little breathlessly.
‘I locked the door,’ he said, taking another step towards her.
‘Won’t you be missed?’
‘I doubt it.’ His eyes glittered as he stared down at her. ‘I, on the other hand, have really missed this.’
Matt closed the short distance between them took her in his arms, bent his head and dropped a kiss on the skin where her neck met her shoulder. Her whole body jerked as if she’d been branded.
‘Oh, God, so have I,’ she said, feeling her knees begin to buckle as the last tiny remnant of her resistance crumbled.
As Matt slid his mouth up her neck Laura felt herself melt against him and clutched at his shoulders.
‘You look amazing. You feel amazing,’ he breathed against her jaw.
So did he. A tremble ran through her. ‘This is insane,’ she murmured.
‘I know.’
Matt’s mouth found hers and captured it in a slow scorching kiss that frazzled her brain. Laura moaned. Wound her fingers through his hair and pressed herself closer. She felt him slip his hands down her body and she began to burn.
And then went cold when Matt suddenly stopped and swore softly. ‘What?’ she said as disappointment thundered through her. Surely he couldn’t be having second thoughts? Not now.
‘You’re not wearing any underwear.’
The disappointment vanished beneath a flood of relief. ‘Clingy dress.’
And then she couldn’t say anything more even if she’d wanted to because Matt had slammed his mouth down on hers and was backing her up against the nearest wall and pinning her against it with his hips, one hand in her hair, the other on her breast.
Feeling desperation begin to take hold, Laura delved beneath his jacket, tugged at his shirt and pulled it from the waistband of his trousers. She ran her fingers over the skin of his back and felt a shudder rip through him. Unable to help herself, she pressed harder against the steely length of his erection and rubbed against it.
And then he was pushing her dress up, sliding a hand round to where she was hot and wet and aching, and pressing the heel of his palm against her.
Laura shook with need as she fumbled with the button of his trousers. She yanked the zip down, ran her hand over him and urged him towards her. Matt let out a rough groan, then put a hand over hers and pulled back.
She blinked. What now?