“Hi Reese. What a surprise.” A big-ass, huge, what-the-hell kind of surprise.
She grinned. “Are you hungry?”
“Sure.” He was trying to stay cool, in control of the situation. He should approach this calmly, see what she wanted and why she hadn’t gone back to New York.
Instead, he was besieged by carnal images of backing her up against the nearest wall and sinking himself into her.
“Where should we go to eat?”
“I guess my office would be fine.” With a little luck, no one would notice Reese.
She shook her hair back over her shoulder, and he decided that was a futile wish. No man with blood running through his veins could not notice her.
“Cool. You can give me a tour of the place, then.”
So she could pinch pens and flirt with his coworkers? Screw that. He was keeping her behind his cubicle walls until he could figure out just what in the hell she was doing here.
It was a long way to come for lunch and Reese didn’t strike him as one for social calls. She would have a purpose behind this little visit.
He gestured for her to get on the elevator in front of him and said politely, “Can I carry that bag for you?”
She shook her head, eyes sparkling. “No, I’ve got it.”
When the door closed behind them, she reached over and placed her hand square on his ass, giving a squeeze. He didn’t move a muscle, just looked at her steadily, as if hewere unconcerned. Well, one muscle moved, betraying him by swelling with interest.
Reese noticed too, damn her.
“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?” she asked, the gleeful tone clearly indicating she wouldn’t mind if he was.
“Of course not. Just curious as to what you’re doing here when I thought you were flying back to New York.”
If she didn’t take her hand off his ass, he was going to lose it. Those little strokes were driving him nuts, making the dingy elevator stifling, and his mouth dry, hands itching to touch her.
He’d thought he wouldn’t ever see her again and here she was. In the flesh. Alone with him. Touching him.
“Would you believe I didn’t want to leave you?” Her hand stopped moving, but still rested on his backside.
He forced himself to relax certain muscles, which were clenched tight. “Not really, no.”
“It’s true,” she insisted, turning towards him, the bag of food between them. “Don’t I even get a hello kiss?”
Given his suspicions about her motives, it wouldn’t be in his best interest, but he ached to anyway. “If I kiss you now, I’m not going to stop,” he told her, keeping his hands resolutely to himself, wishing he had the willpower to take a step back away from her. He could smell her, a light lotion and shampoo scent.
“Would that be such a bad thing?” Reese went on her tiptoes and brushed her mouth over his.
That soft feathery touch that brought her breasts against his chest and her hair sliding across his shoulder did away with any fight he had thought to put up.
“Reese,” he breathed, leaning forward to nip her bottom lip, to draw her to him, his hand possessively around her waist.
She maneuvered her hand from his ass to his shoulder, gripping the lapel of his suit. “Ugly suit,” she murmured between kisses.
“Thanks.” Derek took the bag of food, shifting it behind her back so that he could feel her breasts more fully, could twist and pinch her nipple through her silky thin shirt and lace bra.
Their kisses went deeper, harder, his temperature spiking and his cock throbbing. Reese moaned.
Derek walked her back, one step, two. He wanted up her skirt, wanted to glide his hands along her thighs and feel her tremble with anticipation. His mouth met hers again and again, wet and frenzied and hot, their teeth knocking together and fabric rustling as their bodies crushed together.
The elevator door swung open. Derek was only vaguely aware of the fact until he heard someone clear his throat.