Текст книги "Big Bad Wolfe"

Автор книги: Danielle Doolittle

Соавторы: Elle Doolittle
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Chapter Seven

Twelve hours later and she could still feel his kiss. It had been like a phantom haunting her all night and worming its way into her dreams. And what dreams they were. Sarah had woken in the middle of the night covered in sweat with an ache in her core that she was certain only Falon could cure. Dragging herself into work that day had been hell. She was tired, cranky, and more turned on than she ever remembered being, which only added to her frustration.

Having to work side-by-side with the source of her current state wasn’t helping either. As soon as she set foot in the agency, Falon had confined them to her office to go over every account for the past five years. She found some satisfaction in the fact that it seemed she wasn’t the only on feeling a little surly this morning. Falon seemed to be made of stone today, his rigid control making his words clipped and his movements mechanical. Sarah was beginning to seriously dislike this new Falon as he grunted over her paperwork.

He sat across from her with the cold detachment she was growing to hate while she burned from the inside out. Watching him work out of the corner of her eye, she wondered if this was the real Falon and the man she knew briefly nine years ago was the aberration. It would explain his mystifying ability to shut down emotionally at the first threat to his defenses. Shaking her head, she couldn’t bring herself to believe that for some reason. He thought that living in a self-imposed state of disconnect was for the best for some unknown reason. She wanted to prove to him he was much too virile to try and hide behind his wall of ice.

Fidgeting yet again, she looked through the glass wall of her office only to be assaulted by the memory of last night’s kiss. Just looking at the glass she could feel its smooth, cool pressure along her back and bare legs, which only brought the sensation of Falon’s heated body pinning her to it. God, the feel of him pressed firmly, hip to head, the hard planes of his chest rubbing her breast causing her to go into a frenzy for more. A shiver snaked down her spine that had nothing to do with a chill and everything to do with the swelling warmth spreading through her middle.

“Be right back.” She stood quickly, gripped by the sudden urge to get out of there before she did something stupid like leap over the desk and attack him in a brazen act of sexual frustration … or pour her heart out to the man.

“Where are you going in such a god-awful hurry?” Marcy asked as soon as the door to the office closed behind her.

“The kitchen, I need … ” What did she need? “Chocolate, lots and lots of chocolate.”

She had read somewhere that chocolate had the same chemical effect as sex. She was willing to try anything to take the edge off before she embarrassed herself.

“That bad, huh?” Marcy said through a laugh. Linking Sarah’s arm through her own, Sarah was helpless but to follow where the other woman led. “Come with me, I happen to have a secret stash squirreled away for when Frank really gets on my nerves.”

“Oh thank God.” She sighed. “I was going crazy in there.”

“You know what you really need is sitting back in your office pretending he doesn’t notice your every move.”

She stopped in her tracks, causing Marcy to do the same or risk dislocating her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Maybe she really was going crazy.

“I said that Falon is back there, in your office, practically panting after you,” Marcy said, giving a tug on her arm to get her moving again.

“I don’t think so, Marcy.” She shook her head. “You don’t know him, how controlled he is.”

“You don’t know him either,” Marcy answered, holding up a hand to ward off her rebuttal. “I know that you knew him, once, a long time ago, but everyone changes. Life has a tendency to do that to people. You may have known what he was like as a young man almost ready to enter the real world. But the Falon Wolfe in your office? Completely different animal from the boy you described from college.”

Sarah thought about what Marcy said. She did have a point. He was just a boy all those years ago. His optimism and conquer-the-world attitude had appealed so much to the lost girl she had been then. He seemed so strong and capable of achieving whatever he set his mind to. Thinking about it now though, she realized that she never really knew who Falon was, just the idea of him she had formed in her mind and was half in love with all those years ago. Now, the idea of those characteristics being tempered by experience and strong resolve was infinitely more appealing. What a man Falon Wolfe had become. If only he could let himself free from the stranglehold he kept on his passions.

“Just show me to the chocolate,” she said, following Marcy into her office.

***

Falon couldn’t understand his body’s rebellious reaction to Sarah. That kiss last night felt the answer to all of his fantasies. Her instantaneous reaction had nearly driven him beyond the brink. Knowing she wanted him as badly as he burned for her was a novelty he found disturbing. Maybe he tightened the leash a little too much over the past year or so. Maybe he needed to blow off some excess … energy, to get things into focus before he did something stupid.

The problem was that kiss didn’t just blow his nearly wet dreams out of the water, it was erotic, sensual, and most unsettling … it felt like coming home.

Marshaling his composure, he decided to give in. Yes, he wanted her. Yes, he was going to have her. His body jumped at the idea of Sarah under him, over him, around him.

“But only if you can control yourself,” he ground out through a clenched jaw. The message aimed in the vicinity of his now uncomfortably tight pants.

“Am I interrupting something?” Sarah’s smoky voice had him nearly jumping out of his chair.

“I’m sorry what?” he said looking straight ahead unwilling to turn toward the door.

“Were you just on the phone? I thought I heard you talking.”

Flooded with relief, he turned to answer her and felt his jaw detach on its journey to the floor. In the span of time it took her to do whatever it was she left to do and for him to have a pep talk with his equipment, she turned herself into yet another fantasy of his come true.

“Uh—no. I just remembered I forgot something.” He tried to swallow past his heart that seemed to have taken up residence in his throat. Did her grandfather know his granddaughter was a sex goddess? Someone should tell the man.

She shrugged negligently and walked back to the desk. Falon couldn’t pull his eyes from her as the black lace camisole she was wearing revealed peeks of skin with every movement. When she walked through a shaft of sunlight, he nearly lost his mind as it filtered through the top, highlighting what appeared to be a black lace bra.

“Where were we?”

He couldn’t take his eyes off her. When she turned from the computer monitor, probably looking for the answer to her question, and caught him staring considerably lower than her eyes, Falon was at a loss. First time for everything.

“What did I …” Sarah looked down at herself and blushed.

“Sorry about this,” she said, gesturing vaguely to two features he was having no trouble honing in on. “Marcy spilled her coffee on my jacket and I had nothing else to put on while it dried. Um … is this a problem?”

“No,” he said too quickly, clearing his throat, simultaneously cursing and blessing Marcy for her apparent clumsiness. “Not a problem.”

She studied him for a moment before nodding and turning back to the computer. “Were you done with last year’s invoices?”

“Mostly.” He looked down at his watch. “I need to eat.”

He wasn’t particularly hungry he just needed to get out of that office. Get things back in perspective.

At the door, he turned back. “Well?”

Sarah looked perplexed. “Well what?”

“Aren’t you coming?”

***

Sarah felt a little self-conscious leaving the building without her jacket. The lace top wasn’t exactly something you wore out to a business lunch. It wasn’t that the top she had on was particularly revealing, it just wasn’t what she usually wore outside the seclusion of her bedroom.

She was going to kill Marcy.

“Uh, where exactly are we going?” she asked, struggling to keep up with Falon’s long-legged stride as he talked quickly into his phone.

“To get food,” he answered, opening her door before walking around the back of the car.

“That I got,” she replied as soon as he took his seat beside her in the car. “But I want to know where. I’m not exactly dressed for public.”

As he guided the car out of the parking structure, Falon looked over at her with a snort. “That I got.”

She huffed as he turned her words back on her and turned to her window to watch the city race by. If he was going to be such an ass the why did he invite her along?

After a few turns, he pulled the car to a stop in front of a bistro she recognized. It happened to be her favorite place to treat herself to after a particularly rough week. When he slid the car into park and left it running, she turned to him, confused.

“You’ll wait here. I placed an order and was assured it would be ready.”

“Already?” They had only left the office fifteen minutes ago.

Falon smirked before pushing his door open. “I talk, sweetheart, and people listen. Something you should get yourself used to.”

She sat in shock kicking herself for ever letting a man like Falon Wolfe kiss her. It didn’t matter if it was the best, toe-curling kiss she ever had. Or that she could still feel her blood pulsing through her veins at the idea of it happening again. The sooner, the better.

No. Not going to happen. He was here for a job and that didn’t include her. No matter how her body protested at never being close to his heat again.

The blast of warm, late summer air pulled her away from her body’s fantasies. Falon was back and carrying something that smelled delicious.

“I took the liberty of ordering you the salade Nicoise,” he said, handing her the brown carryout bag. She nearly squealed when he blindly pulled into traffic. Apparently when he drove others moved.

Silence and the tantalizing aroma of seared tuna and the steak Falon must have ordered for himself filled the car as he sped them back toward the office. She couldn’t help noticing he was broodier than what she had begun to expect of him while he guided their way through the congested city traffic. Wondering what was wrong but afraid of the answer, she tried to convince herself she really didn’t care. She was just tired of walking on eggshells around the guy.

“What’s with you?” she asked as he pulled the car back in his spot.

A withering stare and a patronizingly raised brow were the only answers he gave before climbing out of the car. Leaving her to follow or be tortured by the delicious smells coming from the bag sitting in her lap.

Sighing, she climbed out of the car and followed. The beep of the alarm let her know he knew she would give in. Holding the bag filled with their lunches close to her chest, she quickened her pace to close the distance between them.

“So you’re not going to tell me what’s going on with you?” she asked when she thought she was within earshot.

“Correct,” he answered, holding the office door for her and she couldn’t help but glare up at him as she passed. The spark of amusement in his eyes had her nearly stomping her feet to the elevator. The man was so infuriating.

***

Sarah glared at the offending stain on the front of her cream blazer. Marcy’s promise of getting the garment back to new was obviously a little over-reaching.

Laughing at the farce the day had turned into, she grabbed the offending jacket while shutting down her computer. After enjoying a delicious, yet silent, lunch Falon had told her to print the rest of her reports and disappeared to presumably go over the new budget and online plan with Ralph.

She had spent the last five hours alternately fighting to go find him and straining her ears for a hint of when he returned to his office so she could avoid him. She was being ridiculous and she knew it but couldn’t seem to rein in her body’s need. The third time she caught herself getting out of her chair at the slight hint of movement next door, she admitted to herself that she wanted him. By the fourth, she was determined to make him follow through on all the promises of that kiss.

Turning out the light she took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her heart that fluttered in her chest like hummingbird wings. Looking toward the glowing pool of light spilling into the hall, she squared her shoulders. If she was going to do this, she needed to project calm she didn’t feel.

Falon sat behind his desk typing furiously at the computer. Whatever he was doing held his attention so much she slipped into the room unnoticed.

“You planning on staying here all night?” she asked and nearly laughed out loud when he jumped.

“I thought I was the only one left in the building,” he answered, not taking his eyes off his work.

“Looks like it’s just the two of us.”

His head shot up at the sultry tone she worked most of the afternoon perfecting. Instinctively she wanted to cover herself as his eyes roved over her form-fitting skirt and lace top. It was ridiculous. She had been wearing the outfit all day, but it seemed to take on a seductive feel after dark and alone with a man who made her body liquid.

“So it would seem.” She stood frozen as he stood and turned the monitor off. “Come over here, Sarah.”

Her heart rate spiked and her stomach clenched in a need she didn’t understand at the command. She was helpless but to obey both her body’s need to feel him, and the demand in his voice.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, taking hold of her waist as soon as she was within reach.

Trembling with need, she took a shaky breath. “I think you know.”

The ice in his eyes gave way to a flash of heat lightning so quickly she thought she imagined it.

“I think you don’t fully understand what you’re asking.”

She held his eyes for a moment before bolstering her courage.

“I’m asking … ” She reached down, taking his wrist in her hand. “I’m asking that you act on the attraction that has shimmered in the air between us since you walked into the building.”

With each word, she slowly moved his hand up her torso until his fingers brushed the underside of her breast. “Don’t tell me you haven’t been feeling it too.”

It was a dare she was hoping he wouldn’t walk away from.

He studied her for a moment, probably trying to gauge her seriousness. Sarah was burning so hot that she was one move away from ripping her shirt over her head in an attempt to get some relief. She must have let some of her intent show because his square jaw ticked with the effort of, what she hoped, holding himself back from mauling her.

“On the desk,” he growled.

“Excuse me?” Sarah’s words came in breathless bursts as the power of his statement washed over her.

“On. The. Desk.” He released her and took a small step back, leaving the choice solely up to her.

Taking a deep breath, she inched backward until she felt the cool edge against her thighs. Meeting his ice-chip gaze, she hopped as graceful as someone her size could onto the surface with a dare of her own simmering in her eyes. Resting her hands placidly at her sides, she raised a brow. Your move big boy.

He gave a barely perceptible nod as if acknowledging her challenge before he closed the distance between them. He reached out and ran featherlight fingers down the column of her exposed throat. A tremor rocked her body at the contact and she fought to keep her eyes open and locked with his. She wanted to see the moment the heat took over.

Leaning in slowly, Falon’s lips followed the path his fingers just traveled.

“I want you to hold very, very still,” he whispered along her jaw line.

She was helpless but to swallow and obey. At this point, she couldn’t move a muscle if the building were on fire.

“Good girl.” He placed his warm hands on her thighs, and stepping back slightly, allowing the cool air surrounding them to register against the heat of her skin. In the back of her mind, she knew she should be offended. And she would be. As soon as he stopped slowly pushing her skirt up her legs.

Letting her head fall back and her eyes close, she focused her on the sensation of his slightly rough fingers running along the skin of her upper thighs. Who knew such a simple touch could devastate her body?

“Brace your hands behind you.” His voice was darker now, threatening in a way that had her wanting to squirm just to see what he would do if she moved.

Breath labored, she did as she was told and placed her hands on the desk behind her. Leaving her body prone and open to his devouring eyes she could feel working their way slowing down her body. Falon’s slight intake of breath told her that he had just discovered the miniscule black panties that she kept hidden under her cream skirt. She fought a smile as his touch returned with more force.

She thought she was going to die if he didn’t do something soon. The slow play of his palms on the outside of her thighs was slowing driving her mad. When his hungry mouth returned to lay claim to her collarbone, she couldn’t hold in her whimper of pleasure. This slow seduction of her body was a torture that she hoped he would never stop.

By the time his mouth reached the upper slope of her breast, she was a quivering ball of need centered in the pulsing heat of her core.

“Not a muscle,” he growled as a hand worked its way up her curves to take her needy body in its grasp.

Finally.

Soon the feel of his thumb dancing slow circles around her wonton, lace-covered breast wasn’t enough. She needed to feel him. His skin on her aching dips and hollows. His mouth traveled to the other, leaving behind it a trail of stinging nips and soothing kisses. Sarah could hear her breath sawing in and out of her lungs when Falon finally showed her some mercy by wrenching her top from her body.

His hands danced across her naked torso inspiring moans she had lost all will to fight. Anything to keep his hands on her and his mouth slowing working its way where she needed him the most. When he brushed the barrier of lace out of his way and took her needy breast in his mouth, she purred her approval while arching her back offering herself to him completely.

The small circles his other hand had been tracing on her thigh moved higher until they were brushing the edge of her panties. A murmur of distress and want broke from her lips as she angled her hips in an attempt to get him where she wanted.

“Not a muscle,” he warned and stopped the movement of his hand and kissed across the valley of her breasts to give the other the same through attention as the first.

His warm breath against her wet skin pushed her closer to that cliff he had been steadily pushing her toward. Afraid he would leave her stranded in the desert of need his hands led her into, Sarah took control of her rebellious hips and prepared to wait him out. But God, it was killing her.

When she thought just the sensation of his lips, tongue, and teeth on her would push her over the edge, his hand found the aching center of her need, instantly sending her soaring to the stars. He took no mercy and used his very talented hand to push her so high she feared she would never come back down. Increasing the speed and pressure of his fingers, he brought her to the brink of sanity and back again.

He stayed with her until the last of the spasms left her body and reality slowly came back into focus. His hot kisses along her collarbone and firm hands on her hips let her know she hadn’t been hallucinating. She was really lying on her back on his desk, spread out like a wonton feast ready for him to devour.

Falon Wolfe had really given her the best orgasm of her life and she was still half-clothed.

His labored breathing proved he wasn’t totally unaffected by the experience as well. When she could feel her limbs again, she attempted to loosen his tie but he intercepted her uncoordinated finger. Using her wayward hand, he pulled her into a sitting position. There was a white-hot desire blazing in his eyes yet he didn’t make a move to touch her. He only stood, taking in her disheveled, blissfully languid appearance.

“Good night, Sarah.” His hoarse whisper took a moment to register through the orgasm fog surrounding her brain and by then it was too late. He bent and kissed the side of her neck once more before crossing the room.