The Wright Boss(49)

"Maybe there should be," I said.

But I'd lost my fire. My back was pressed up against the wall in his apartment, and he was towering over me, even in my high heels. And I felt anything but threatened.

I felt so fucking turned on. Like heart-pounding, legs-shaking, skin-tingly, wet turned on. I could hardly control my own body. All it wanted was to grab him and say screw all my misgivings about the situation.

"No, you're wrong. You are fighting this because of work. But I was yours before that, and I'll be yours after it, too."

"That doesn't change the fact that you're my boss though. Fuck, I don't even know why you're my boss," I cried.

"Well, you refused to listen to me."

I held my arms wide and tried to tamp down my growing desire. "I'm listening now. I came here to listen to you. For you to tell me why you'd missed work. Not for you to kiss me!"

Landon quirked a smile. He was only a hairbreadth from my mouth. So close that, if I even breathed heavy, I would brush his lips. My eyes were wide with panic, and my fingers were itching to grab on to his shirt. He was teasing me. And it was working.

"Okay, Heidi," he said dreamily. He moved his mouth, so he was grazing it along my cheek and down to my neck. "We'll play it your way. I won't kiss you."

His breath was hot against my skin, and I suddenly felt feverish.

"Then … we're not doing anything wrong." He slid over to my collarbone and to my shoulder. His hands were pressed into the wall on either side of me.

I couldn't keep it together. This was torture. Plain and simple. Perfect, sweet torture.

"This isn't helping," I managed to get out.

"You mean … even when I'm not kissing you," he said, finally planting a kiss on my shoulder and then another one up my collarbone, "even when I'm not touching you … "



       
         
       
        

He thrust his body against mine, pinning me completely to the wall. I could feel every inch of his rock-hard body under his clothes. His skin was on fire, and every inch of me he touched flamed.

"You still have feelings for me? You still want me? You still want this?"

I stiffened under his scrutiny and those bottomless dark pools.

"Because, if you still want me, then it's not going to go away. It's just going to build. Until it explodes."

And I was an active volcano at his words.

"Tell me you want this as much as I do," he said with earnest. "Tell me this isn't a lost cause. I can see you don't want me to stop. Just tell me you want this. Stop telling me to stop."

His pleading did me in.

I nodded once. "Don't stop."

And then he crushed his lips to mine … and I was lost.





Twenty



Landon


Heidi wasn't fighting me anymore. She slung her arms around my neck and was kissing with the fervor and passion I knew had been lying dormant right under the surface.

I hadn't known that this was going to happen. When I'd invited her over, I'd hoped that we would end up here. But I truly had been planning to talk to her all about the reason I'd missed work today along with everything else going on in my life. I'd wanted it all out in the open so that she would know where we stood.

Then, I just hadn't been able to step back. That one look. The one glance that had said she was thinking about kissing me. It was all I'd needed to completely forget every other reason I'd invited her here.

Yes, I wanted to talk to her. I loved talking to her.

But I wanted to fuck her a whole hell of a lot more at this moment.

Without a second thought, I grasped her by the back of her thighs and hoisted her legs up around my waist. I knew, as soon as I did it, that it was a bad idea. Something small twinged in my back, but I was so set on Heidi that I couldn't even care. I'd deal with it later.

She held on to me tight as I carried her across the tree-house-sized apartment and into my bedroom. I dropped her backward onto the bed, and she met my gaze with lust-filled eyes.

I wasted no time in stripping her out of the pants she had worn to work. There would be time to go slow later, but right now, I couldn't get enough of her.

She sat up and reached for my shorts. Her eyes were alight as she flicked the button open and dragged the zipper down. With an easy push from her hands, my khaki shorts were lying in a puddle at my feet, near her pants. She dragged her own shirt over her head and tossed it on the ground, and mine shortly followed.

"Oh," she murmured softly. 

"What?"

Standing, she trailed her fingers over my shoulders and down my biceps. Then, she went back up and over my pecs before dipping over my six-pack and to the V that I'd worked tirelessly on in the gym.