And then she turned around and graced him with her perfect ass cheeks, her thong almost invisible between them.
He leaned forward, putting a hand on his knee and gasping for oxygen as if he’d just run a race at top speed. The phone almost slipped from his other hand. “I’ll be there as fast as I can,” he muttered before ending the call and dropping the device on the floor.
“What did you want me to wear again?” she asked. The imp twirled a lock of her hair around one finger.
He could smell her arousal filling the room as if his face were buried in her pussy.
Righting himself, he took two long strides to reach her. He grabbed her by the hips, lifted her off the floor, and turned to flatten her onto the bed.
She bounced with a yelp and then giggled, pressing her heels into the mattress in an effort to scoot away.
He was faster, though. He grabbed her thigh, dragged her closer to the edge of the bed, and spread her wide open.
And then he closed his eyes and inhaled long and slow, letting her scent penetrate deeper. “Fuck, you smell good.” He lowered his face toward her pussy, still breathing heavily of her powerful pheromones. Unimaginable lust drove him to nuzzle her warmth through the small, black, lace triangle.
When he reached out with his tongue and pressed it against her clit, she squealed. She writhed beneath him, her hands grasping his head.
He released one thigh, braced it open with his shoulder, and tugged the swatch of lace to one side with his fingers. He didn’t care if he ripped the thong. He’d buy her another.
Or not.
All the lace did was tease him and get in the way.
The second he dipped his tongue into her tight warmth to draw out her arousal, the floor shook beneath him.
His head was forcibly removed from its goal, and he lifted his face, holding his mate by the thighs to ride out the small quake.
It only lasted seconds, but it was stronger than the last.
Her face was flushed as it ended.
“We have to go.” His voice was foreign to him, gravelly from arousal.
She nodded.
He glanced down at her pussy and moaned as he righted her thong and then stood, hauling her to sitting. “Baby…” He set his forehead against hers.
“Yeah…” She didn’t need to say anything else.
They had to stop fooling around like this. Hell, they might cause an even bigger earthquake if they didn’t wait for Jackson to come around before they tempted Fate with their lust. Was that even possible?
“I’ll get dressed.” She scooted forward, getting closer to him, needing him to step back so she could get up.
He cupped her face and glanced back and forth between her deep brown eyes. There were no words. Just emotion. Palpable emotion that filled the room to mix with the scent of unfulfilled need.
She swallowed.
Before he got caught up in her again, he reluctantly released her and stepped back. “Jeans. Several layers of shirts. If you must keep that lingerie on underneath, at least cover it with something to keep my mind off your damn curves.”
He stroked a finger between her breasts, loving the way she arched into his touch once more, moaning as she gripped his forearm. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Twelve
Sharon plopped down on the brown vinyl couch in the large conference room at the junior college, tipped her head back, and stared at the ceiling. At first she’d found the equipment and machines monitoring the seismic activity fascinating—for about half an hour.
The room Cooper had been assigned to use as a temporary office had counter space and narrow tables around the periphery. All available surfaces were covered with computers and printers. To one side was a long conference table that seated ten. And the one wall that wasn’t covered with equipment held the tan couch she occupied.
After a while, she grew bored, and no amount of pacing or holding her breath would distract her from the overbearing man filling the space with his scent and his presence. He had four people working for him. All of them were nerdy scientist guys.
For some reason, Cooper didn’t strike her as dorky, but then again, it was possible she was designed to see him in a certain light.
He was confident and totally competent as he directed his team, gathering data and analyzing the results.
Sharon watched him intently, enjoying the lines of his body, the way his muscular ass filled his jeans. She licked her lips when he bent over to look at something, and almost immediately he twisted around to shoot her a knowing glare.
He suffered the same way she did. He tapped his fingers constantly on the desk, the table, his thigh… Nervous energy that had no escape.
She clenched her legs together, wishing the denim of her jeans would rub her hard enough to allow her to come. She didn’t even care if she came in front of these guys as long as she got relief somehow. The chances of them noticing were slim. They were so involved in their work they barely noticed her.