All He Really Needs(53)
“What? You think this isn’t bad? You think there’s any scenario in which my mother deliberately lied to me, deliberately misled me that’s not bad?”
“I didn’t say not bad, I just…” Damn. She didn’t know what the right response was here. All she knew was that if Griffin went to see his mother now, he’d say or do all kinds of things he regretted. “Look, no matter how bad it is, confronting her now gets you nothing.”
Finally, he stopped pacing and whirled to face her. He stood, stone-still, maybe ten feet away, and just stared at her.
Suddenly nervous, she babbled, “I’m just saying maybe you should wait a bit. Calm down first.”
“What exactly,” he said slowly, his voice pitched low, “do you recommend that I do instead of confronting my family?”
His gaze was hot enough to damn near burn the clothes right off her body.
She swallowed hard as a shiver skittered across the surface of his skin. “Um…maybe some yoga?”
“Yoga?” He gave a bark of laughter and a smile spilt his face. It was a fierce and wild smile, but at least he no longer looked like he wanted to rip something apart with his bare hands.
“Like, meditate or something,” she suggested, even though she knew meditation was the last thing on his mind.
He stalked slowly toward her. “I’m not really the type.”
She swallowed again, but it got harder and harder to do past the lump her pounding heart had pushed up into her throat.
Oh, dear, she was in so much trouble here. Because, obviously, Griffin wasn’t the type. She doubted he’d ever meditated a single instant of his life. He wasn’t a guy who could sit still at all, let alone meditate. The only time she’d seen him relaxed—ever—was in bed. And only after they’d both climaxed more than once. Even sex he treated like an Olympic-level sport.
She should not be thinking about sex right now. They weren’t supposed to be sleeping together anymore. She couldn’t sleep with him, because… Why was she supposed to be holding him at arm’s length again? Oh, right. He was her boss. Her boss!
And she was already dangerously close to getting her heart broken as it was.
She needed to remember that. Because after a week of being in his company nonstop, she was like an addict jonesing for a hit of Griffin.
Even though he was the last thing she should have, he was still what she wanted. What she needed.
Geez, she needed to check herself into some sort of rehab program. She just couldn’t imagine twelve steps of any kind that would give her the ability to walk away from him.
She couldn’t even think when he was looking at her like this. She glanced around, hoping to spot something to distract them, but they were essentially alone. This end of the parking lot was empty. Cars zipped by on the access road without slowing down enough to notice two people talking under a tree. “Um…what were we…”
“About to do?” he asked, his voice pitched low and seductive.
“No.” The last thing they needed was to do something. “Talking about. What were we talking about?”
He smiled like he knew exactly what she was thinking. And he probably did. “You were telling me how to meditate.”
“Right. Meditate. It’s really not that hard. I hear… Um, I think you need to visualize a happy place.”
He stopped a fraction of an inch away from her. So close she could feel the heat sparking off his skin. “Okay,” he murmured. “Some place happy. I’ve got a place in mind already.”
His lips twitched into a smile and she felt the last of her reserve of willpower melt away.
When he reached for her, she went right into his arms. He buried his hand in her hair as she tipped her mouth up to meet his. Despite the teasing smile that had been on his lips just moments ago, there was nothing light or playful about his kiss. His lips were firm against hers. His mouth hot. His hand possessive. His body hard.
He kissed her as though he needed her desperately. As though there was nothing else in the world but her. As though he was trying to sear this moment into his memory forever, just as it would be seared into her.
She felt the back of the car bump against her legs. She arched against him, opening her mouth even wider as his tongue slipped in to brush against hers. Then his hands were on her hips and he was lifting her up onto the trunk of his car. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling his groin against hers. Even through his jeans and her pants, she felt the length of his erection. It was perfect. Divine.
They seemed perfectly fitted to one another. He rocked against the very core of her and pleasure rocketed through her body, making her tremble. Her hands greedily tugged at his clothes, hungrily trying to find bare skin. He pressed her back down onto the trunk of car, following her inch by inch until he was lying fully on top of her. She bucked against him, desperate to be closer.