if your friend hadn’t interrupted us, what do you think would have happened?”
She stared at him, her clear blue eyes wide as saucers, something between panic and passion beginning to build in them. Her breath was coming faster, fanning the skin at the base of his neck.
“Nothing.” The waver in her voice—almost a whisper now—betrayed the firmness of the statement.
“You sure?” he asked softly as he tossed the document and pen onto the desk behind him. “Not even just a kiss?”
He knew he shouldn’t be pursuing this. She was not only the GM’s assistant but the coach’s sister-in-law. If Coach found out, he’d probably string Shane up by his balls. But he couldn’t seem to deny his body. Not now. Not after waiting a week to finally kiss her. Something about her pushed Shane over the edge. He had to know if it had been a fluke in Mexico. Maybe they’d both had too much to drink that night. Maybe he was the one who was a bit psycho. Either way, he wasn’t leaving until he found out. He leaned his body closer, pinning her to the wall.
Again, she shook her head. The tight T-shirt showcased her aroused nipples. While her mouth was saying nothing, her body was definitely giving him the green light.
Lifting both hands from his sides, he carefully placed each one against the wall on either side of her head. Slowly, he leaned in further, his lips a breath away from her mouth. Never before had he used his body to intimidate a woman. He’d stop now if she put up any resistance, but her body was pliant against his.
Her tongue darted out to lick her lips. Definitely a green light.
“This isn’t a good idea,” she started to say.
He took advantage of her open mouth and swooped in. Sealing his lips over hers, he let his tongue plunder her luscious mouth, stroking it along hers, making her body quiver. Any resistance she might have offered disappeared within seconds as she returned his kiss with a hot, eager one of her own. The way she kissed him back surprised him, spurred him on. He angled his head to the side to deepen the kiss and she responded by gently sucking on his tongue. A slow burn began in his gut, and he knew one thing for certain: the attraction that started on a beach in Mexico was no fluke.
He also knew he might not get enough of this woman.
With a soft gasp, she leaned in to deepen the kiss. It was nearly his undoing. Reluctantly, he broke it off, lifting his lips away from hers by a fraction. Leaning his forehead against hers, he tried to catch a breath. Her lips were puffy and damp, her eyes wild with passion.
“Damn,” Shane muttered, taking his hands off the wall. Repositioning them to caress the sides of her face, he pulled her in closer so his mouth could take possession of hers again.
* * *
Carly’s brain had ceased to function. She really should be telling him to stop, pushing him away. And she would.
In a minute
. Instead, the hands braced on his chest to do the pushing away slowly snaked up the black T-shirt that covered a finely sculpted torso before ending up wrapped around his neck. His skin was soft underneath her fingertips. She reached farther up to run her fingers through his hair, pulling his head deeper into the kiss. Their tongues were doing a passionate dance that had her stomach ready to fall out. She swayed against him as his hands reached down to cup her bottom, lifting her to sit on the credenza. He stepped between her thighs, allowing his erection to grind against her most sensitive area. The feeling was so overwhelming, she threw her head back and moaned. He took advantage of her exposed neck, nuzzling his way across her collarbone. When she wrapped her legs around him, he returned the groan before taking her mouth in a hard, demanding kiss. She nearly melted from the heat of it.
Carly had been intimate with more than a few men. But never like this. Never in her own office. On her desk. She’d never been so deeply aroused by another man—not even the
She stared at him, her clear blue eyes wide as saucers, something between panic and passion beginning to build in them. Her breath was coming faster, fanning the skin at the base of his neck.
“Nothing.” The waver in her voice—almost a whisper now—betrayed the firmness of the statement.
“You sure?” he asked softly as he tossed the document and pen onto the desk behind him. “Not even just a kiss?”
He knew he shouldn’t be pursuing this. She was not only the GM’s assistant but the coach’s sister-in-law. If Coach found out, he’d probably string Shane up by his balls. But he couldn’t seem to deny his body. Not now. Not after waiting a week to finally kiss her. Something about her pushed Shane over the edge. He had to know if it had been a fluke in Mexico. Maybe they’d both had too much to drink that night. Maybe he was the one who was a bit psycho. Either way, he wasn’t leaving until he found out. He leaned his body closer, pinning her to the wall.
Again, she shook her head. The tight T-shirt showcased her aroused nipples. While her mouth was saying nothing, her body was definitely giving him the green light.
Lifting both hands from his sides, he carefully placed each one against the wall on either side of her head. Slowly, he leaned in further, his lips a breath away from her mouth. Never before had he used his body to intimidate a woman. He’d stop now if she put up any resistance, but her body was pliant against his.
Her tongue darted out to lick her lips. Definitely a green light.
“This isn’t a good idea,” she started to say.
He took advantage of her open mouth and swooped in. Sealing his lips over hers, he let his tongue plunder her luscious mouth, stroking it along hers, making her body quiver. Any resistance she might have offered disappeared within seconds as she returned his kiss with a hot, eager one of her own. The way she kissed him back surprised him, spurred him on. He angled his head to the side to deepen the kiss and she responded by gently sucking on his tongue. A slow burn began in his gut, and he knew one thing for certain: the attraction that started on a beach in Mexico was no fluke.
He also knew he might not get enough of this woman.
With a soft gasp, she leaned in to deepen the kiss. It was nearly his undoing. Reluctantly, he broke it off, lifting his lips away from hers by a fraction. Leaning his forehead against hers, he tried to catch a breath. Her lips were puffy and damp, her eyes wild with passion.
“Damn,” Shane muttered, taking his hands off the wall. Repositioning them to caress the sides of her face, he pulled her in closer so his mouth could take possession of hers again.
* * *
Carly’s brain had ceased to function. She really should be telling him to stop, pushing him away. And she would.
In a minute
. Instead, the hands braced on his chest to do the pushing away slowly snaked up the black T-shirt that covered a finely sculpted torso before ending up wrapped around his neck. His skin was soft underneath her fingertips. She reached farther up to run her fingers through his hair, pulling his head deeper into the kiss. Their tongues were doing a passionate dance that had her stomach ready to fall out. She swayed against him as his hands reached down to cup her bottom, lifting her to sit on the credenza. He stepped between her thighs, allowing his erection to grind against her most sensitive area. The feeling was so overwhelming, she threw her head back and moaned. He took advantage of her exposed neck, nuzzling his way across her collarbone. When she wrapped her legs around him, he returned the groan before taking her mouth in a hard, demanding kiss. She nearly melted from the heat of it.
Carly had been intimate with more than a few men. But never like this. Never in her own office. On her desk. She’d never been so deeply aroused by another man—not even the
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