“I do own you, Blair,” I growl under my breath, caught up in how her body feels pinned beneath mine. She suddenly becomes aware of how cornered she is, and for a moment her eyes flash with regret, but she has nowhere to go if she wants to keep this conversation private from her co-workers.
“You can’t control my every move!” she huffs in an angry whisper. But her voice is faltering, and her eyes are on my lips.
I brush my hand down her side without thinking about it. My fingers burn need as they move over her perfect shape. Blair takes a sharp breath in, and I wait for her to scold me again, but she doesn’t. Her lips are parted, and her breathing has shifted.
Each breath she takes presses her breasts harder against my chest. I slip my hand up around her throat, gently wrapping my fingers around the soft skin, and push her chin upward with my thumb. She doesn’t fight me—like a deer, she is caught in my stare. I can feel her heart beating against my body, and my lips can almost feel the kiss as I lean in.
But the moment before our lips touches my phone rings.
The sound snaps Blair out of the trance, and she hurriedly pushes me away, gasping in surprise and quickly straightening herself, touching her fingers to her lips as though she’s confused by what just happened.
I reach for my phone to answer it as I take a step away from her.
“Bardil,” I say, in an agitated growl.
“I need your help, man, right now.”
His voice is tense. There is something wrong.
“Give me five minutes. I’ll call you from the car.”
As I slide my phone back into my pocket, I stare at her in silence. Fuck she is so fucking beautiful.
She bites at her lower lip as I walk backward, away from her. Neither of us says anything, both too caught up in what almost just happened.
Then I turn and hurry from her office. My brother needs me.