Page 10 of Staking His Claim
The look in his eyes would have sent me jumping back if I wasn't already tucked up against the glass window.
The drink shook in my hand as he slowly prowled back towards me. The glass he’d set down on his desk was forgotten as he reached me and lifted his arms to flatten his palms against the glass, caging me in.
“I am officially divorced, Emily,” he breathed.
“Then I guess it’s congratulations again.”
He didn’t respond, his eyes briefly dropped to the glass in my hand before he reached for it, tugging it out of my weak hold and setting it on his desk. Then he resumed his position.
“Do you know how long I've waited for this moment?”
“I…think I have an idea,” I said, a little too breathlessly.
That slow, sexy laugh came again but this time with a slightly bitter edge. “No, baby. I’m one hundred percent sure you have no fucking idea.”
Baby.
My insides flipped over at that husky endearment, the fever in my blood rising up another notch as he leaned in even closer.
“I have watched you, craved you, obsessed over you, lost sleep over you. Every breath you take, every flicker of these beautiful eyes, every word that drops from these sexy lips, I have wanted to earn and own, Emily.”
The fervency throbbing beneath his confession made me want to scream in delight then beg him to take me.Now. But I forced myself to remain still. Remain patient.
Hours, weeks, months had led to this.
If I was lucky enough, what I suspected was coming would be incredible.
He surged even closer, and that combination of aftershave and earthy man that drove me absolutely insane filled every corner of my being.
Frantically, I replayed his words. Licked my lips, then jumped when a wild, animalistic sound erupted from his lips. “Why would you want to…earn it?”
“You really need to ask me that? Look at what you did, even just today. You’re special. You go above and beyond in every single thing you do. And, call me crass if you want, but you’re also sexy as fuck, a walking fuck doll who has very little idea what a knockout she is.” He sucked in a livid breath, as if what he was about to confess infuriated him. “It drives me fucking insane when I see other men watching you. When I see them trying to catch your eye, imagining they have a chance with you.”
Oh, sweet heaven. “It does?”
His nostrils fluttered as he took another giant breath. Then shook his head. “I’m not talking about those fuckers right now, baby. This right here, this moment, is just for you and me. Tell me you feel this too.”
Confession time.
The kind that had “no turning back” hammered all over it with red neon flashing arrows. Feelings and words I’d sealed in a vault for so long cracked open.Finally.
Euphoria filled me as they bubbled to the surface. “Yes. I feel it too.” I didn’t care if I sounded desperate or breathless.
All I cared about was the untamed and ravenous look in the eyes he squeezed shut for three rapid seconds. “Oh, thank fuck.” They opened again and zeroed in on my mouth, making them tingle wildly. “I hope you’re ready for what I have in store for you, sweet Emily. Because this good Catholic boy is going to do very, very bad things to you.”
Before I could say a single word, Fletcher pinned me to the glass with his lower body, wrapped one hand behind nape.
And then my boss, the man I’d lusted over formonths, kissed me for the first time.
The hand on my neck tightened, and his thumb slid beneath my chin, angling my head up. Fletcher seemed to want to start gentle, but that soon fled out the window, when with a ragged groan and thirsty swipes of his tongue over my lower lip, hebreached my lips and boldly devoured me like a starving man handed a feast.
I would’ve said it was everything I’d dreamed of, but the reality far surpassed my imagination.
The heat of him, our choppy breaths, the urgency of our seeking hands, all frantic pieces of a long-awaited puzzle finally slotting into place.
The expert stroke of his tongue against mine, the not-so-gentle nips of his teeth, as if he was punishing me for his hunger, made me weak. So fucking weak, my knees would’ve buckled if he wasn’t propping me up with his powerful body and the inflexible grip of my hip.
“Fuck, now I have you, confirmed what I knew all along that you’d taste like a fucking dream, I don’t know even where to start with you,” he said raggedly, his forehead dropping to mine.
