She set the tray down on my desk.“What’s up?”
I should’ve said inventory.Scheduling.Anything.But the words tangled in my throat when I took her in.Her cheeks were flushed from rushing around the floor, and strands of hair stuck to her skin.She smelled like beer and citrus soap, and it hit me low, right in the gut.
I was already moving before I made the decision.One step forward, then another, until I was crowding her space.
“Mason…” she whispered, but it wasn’t a warning.It was breathless.
“Been trying,” I rasped, as my hand found her hip, “to stay the hell away from you.”
Her lips parted, and my control snapped.I crushed my mouth to hers, and swallowed the gasp she gave.The taste of her, sweet, warm, addictive, shot through me like lightning.She fisted the front of my shirt, yanked me closer, and I pressed her back against the desk.
Every part of me screamed yes.
Her tongue brushed mine, her moan vibrated against my lips, and I groaned as I slid my hands under her shirt.Soft skin, warm and smooth beneath my calloused palms.My thumbs stroked over her ribs, inching higher until I grazed the band of her bra.
“God, Adley,” I muttered against her mouth.I kissed her again, but deeper this time.
She arched into me as her hands slid up my chest, over my shoulders, then down again.Her fingers worked at the button of my jeans.Fumbled and desperate.
The sound that tore out of me was half growl, half plea.I caught her wrists, pinning them against the desk.
Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide.“Mason,” she whispered, and wriggled against me.“I need you.”
My resolve cracked down the middle.
I pressed my forehead to hers, breathing hard.“You think I don’t want that?”My grip on her hands tightened.“You think I haven’t been losing my fucking mind every night since you came back?”
Her chest rose and fell fast.Her lips were red and swollen from kissing.“Then don’t stop.”
I kissed her again, long and deep.I let go of her wrists only to bury my hands in her hair.She made a noise in the back of her throat that nearly finished me right there.
But reality shoved its way between us.Cameras.Customers.Her dad.
I tore my mouth from hers, gasping.“We gotta slow this down, gorgeous.”
She whimpered, and her whole body sagged against mine in protest.
“You’re the one who asked me to come in here,” she pointed out and frustration and heat lacing her words.
“You didn’t convince me of anything.”I dragged my knuckles down her cheek.“I’ve wanted this for years.But I can’t-”
A knock rattled the office door.
We froze.
“Mason?”Thorn’s voice carried through.“We’re running low on Bud.You want me to tap another keg?”
My jaw clenched.Adley’s wide eyes searched mine, panic flickering there.I brushed a kiss against her temple, then stepped back, running a hand through my hair like that would erase the evidence of what we’d been doing.
“Yeah,” I called.My voice was hoarse and rough.“Go ahead.”
“Cool,” Thorn said, and his footsteps retreated.
Silence filled the office again.
Adley pressed her lips together, cheeks pink.I wanted to kiss her all over again.
Instead, I forced myself to unlock the door.“You should get back out there before someone comes looking.”
