We had made it half-way down the hall before my steps fell in sync with his quick stride and allowed me to catch up with him.
A stomp-clap sound came from my rapidly moving feet against the floor as I started tapping him on his hard shoulder blade, pecking at him like a determined woodpecker. “What’s wrong with my company, Khane?” I was playing with the pin of a live grenade, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.
One of my slippers went one way, and my feet went another when I was snatched up and pinned against the wall. The force of the swift movement was enough to jolt my insides as my feet were no longer on the floor.
Warm, hard, masculine strength pressed into me, sending a maddening rush of lust to every hot spot on my sex-deprived body. My splayed legs rested over the hard waves of powerful thigh muscles, my fingertips sank into the rippling hard flesh of his abs, and my other hand gripped a solid bicep as I struggled to breathe.
His stare touched me before it delved deeper, stroking my most intimate desires. We were so close that his intoxicating scent had me struggling to breathe, but it didn’t matter because we were stuck, possessed by the need of our raging passion.
“This is what’s wrong with your company. This is what it will lead to.” His words were deeply dipped in lust. His warm breath kissed my lips, making them tingle. His eyes remained on mine, sealing our gazes as he tugged on one of my locks, his fingers sliding down it until it sprang free.
I shifted my gaze to his sexy lips and the desire to kiss him grew so strong, I forced it down with a hard swallow. I was too overwhelmed for speech, so badly turned on by his closeness that I was left in a mindless trance and drenched in body buzzing hunger.
The heavy silence restricting my vocal cords, and I was certain my awed expression, snapped him back into the present state of our reality. He had allowed a small glimpse of the animal to peek out: the beast he was capable of becoming.
He eased me down, allowing me to see how high up the wall he had me. My shaky feet brushed the floor, and I was sluggish with my movements, but it wasn’t because I was hurt. I was aroused, insanely aroused.
His eyes crinkled at the corners and his face flooded with regret. “Please forgive me, Desiree. That should have never happened.” When he turned to walk away, I caught his arm, slapping my hand against his forearm to stop him. He froze, his eyes aimed at my firm grip on his arm before he cast a warning gaze up to meet mine.
“There is nothing to forgive. I asked, and you answered my question,” I stated, my breaths continuing to fly away in a mad rush. I kept the grip I had on him, but words escaped me. I was lost in the thick cloud of excitement we’d created.
Lifting my chin, I wanted him to see my eyes, hoping he saw all the desire and longing he’d put in them. After a long stare off, I finally released his arm and let him go.
Why did I have these confusing feelings for a man I wasn’t supposed to have any feelings for?