Certain he wasnt prepared to hear the rest of her letter that was taking on a very provocative slant, he offered up a protest to stop her. Mel
Shhh, let me finish, she scolded gently, though there was no mistaking that reading her erotic letter out loud was taking a huge dose of courage on her part. She shifted on his desk and slowly recrossed her legs, the movement echoing the restlessness stringing his nerves and body tight.
Youve become my sensual awakening, and now my body hungers for the intimacy of your touch. Lifting her hand, she feathered her fingers along the pulse fluttering in her throat and gradually skimmed her hand downward to the vee in her blouse as she continued to mesmerize him with her words and actions. I ache to feel your strong hands stroking my cheek, my breasts and heating the soft skin along my stomach and thighs. My heartbeat quickens at the thought of experiencing such exquisite pleasure, and even now Im trembling deep inside, waiting, hoping that youll be the one to ease the intense longing that grows with every passing second.
She brushed loose tendrils of silky hair behind her ear, and her tongue darted out to dampen her bottom lip, making her mouth glisten like a ripe, juicy peach. Wrap me in passion and desire, and Ill expose my every need. Tease me, please me and make my fantasies come true. She lifted her smoky gaze to his, her dark irises rimmed in brilliant gold. Im waiting for you. Make me yours.
Cole was so caught up in her sensual monologue that, in his very vivid imagination, she was already his. And his invigorated body echoed the sentiment. There was no doubt in his mind that she was attempting to shake up his composure and shamelessly seduce his mind, his thoughts. And her ploy was working, considering he could only think of one thing: fulfilling hot, illicit fantasies. Hers, and his own. Together.
The temptation to touch her was overwhelming, and it took monumental effort to resist the urge to reach out and place his hand on her silky leg and smooth his palm up her thigh, then beneath the hem of her skirt. To find out if she was just as aroused as shed made him.
He clenched his hand into a tight fist on the arm-rest of his chair and asked as calmly as he could manage, Where did you get that letter? His voice sounded gravelly to his own ears.
She tipped her head, causing her softly layered hair to sway over her shoulder and along her cheek, beckoning him to test the luxurious texture of those strands with his fingers. I wrote it today, during my lunch break. What do you think?
You definitely earn an A for creativity, he replied without thinking.
A satisfied smile made an appearance on her glossy lips. It was easier than I thought to write the letter, even kind of fun, but I was more concerned about reading it. Her gaze held his, pulling him into the guileless pools of deep brown staring intently at him. Did I do okay?
Any better and he would have embarrassed himself with how turned on shed made him. You did fine, Mel. Feeling too damned stimulated, he stood up and paced to the window on the other side of his office, then turned to face her again. Is there a point to why you feel compelled to read me such a personal letter?
Of course theres a point. She slipped gracefully from the surface of his desk and glided toward him, a mixture of nerves and determination mingling in her gaze. Stopping in front of him, she placed her hand on his chest, right over his rapidly beating heart, then slid her palm upward until her trembling fingers toyed with the collar of his shirt. Im trying to prove I can be exactly what you need.
Oh, he needed all right. With a vengeance. In a way that was quickly zapping his common sense and rigid control. Care to explain that comment? he asked, shoving his hands deep into his pants pockets.
Im applying for the position of your date for the charity auction. Her fingers grazed the opening of his knit shirt, scorching his flesh with her daring caress. I know you could probably find someone sexier and more alluring, she said, a bout of insecurity showing through her bravado. But you already gave me an A for reading my erotic love letter. Considering thats what you need a woman for on the Russell case, that skill has to count for something, doesnt it?
So, thats the reason for your metamorphosis and that letter you just read? he asked incredulously. The Russell case?
Partly, yes. Her chin lifted, adding a willful air to her demeanor and a new, intriguing dimension to her personalitya strength and tenacity he couldnt help but admire. Ive been sensible and accommodating all my life, Cole. A quintessential good girl, a perfect daughter and a quiet, dependable secretary. Im twenty-eight years old. I want to have some fun and be a little wild and adventurous. And I want to find out what its like working on a case outside of the office. Im more than qualified, and I can help you on the Russell case, if youd just give me the chance.
No. His response was automatic; it was also his last link to his own personal salvation when it came to her.
Ill do whatever it takes to prove Im capable of handling this assignment. Anything at all. Undaunted by his refusal, she stepped closer, and whispered daringly, Tease me, please me and make my fantasies come true, she recited from the erotic letter.
Im waiting for you. Make me yours. The provocative words echoed through his head, and he nearly groaned as every muscle in his body responded to her audacious display. Her flattened palms traveled along his shoulders and around his neck, and she swayed toward him, causing her soft, lush breasts to rasp across his chest and her thighs to press against his.
Unable to take another moment of her bewitching actions, he grabbed both of her hands to regain control of the situation and backed her up against the wall behind her. He pinned her wrists beside her head with his splayed hands and glared down at her, doing his best to discourage her advances with his dark look.
Dammit, Mel, he growled, his low, rough tone threaded with frustration and desire. Youre playing with fire.
Hed expected his intimidation tactics to coerce her into backing off, but this new side to Melodie was proving to be more than hed bargained for. Instead of retreating, she inhaled a deep breath and gazed up at him challengingly. Maybe I want to get burned.
Oh, hell. When and how had the focus of the conversation shifted to them? The flush of excitement on her cheeks backed her claim, yet he instinctively knew she hadnt considered the repercussions of what she was asking for, or the fact that he wasnt a forever kind of guy. One step closer and shed have ample proof that he was ready, willing and able to indulge in hot sex and carnal pleasures with her. But work and personal ethics kept him from following through on the primal urges raging within him.
He bent his knees, lowering his face so he was looking directly into her eyesputting him a breath away from kissing her. Youre not ready for this kind of game, he warned in a deep, gruff voice. And if youre not careful, youre gonna end up getting hurt.
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