When We Met (Fool's Gold #13)(57)

He grabbed her by her upper arms and turned her toward him. In her damn heels, she was about his height, so they were at eye level. But that was okay as it made it easier for him to kiss her. Which he did.

* * *

TARYN LEANED INTO Angel and wrapped her arms around him. His mouth was hot and hungry against her own.

“Here I was hoping for a little more feedback on the presentation,” she said, her voice teasing. “But I guess I can accept this instead.”

He moved close and rubbed himself against her. She felt his rock-hard erection. “You’re sexy when you talk business. Or talk about anything. Or walk. Or breathe.”

Feeling his arousal caused her body to respond in kind. Her belly clenched and she was instantly annoyed by all the unnecessary layers of clothing between her and the magic that was his hands on her bare skin. She glanced toward the closed door and saw he’d thoughtfully locked it.

“I’m not generally a sex-at-the-office kind of girl,” she murmured, pressing her lips to his jaw as he reached behind her for the zipper to her skirt.

“Me, either.”

She smiled as she breathed in the scent of him. “You’re thinking on the desk?”

“I am.”

A shiver rippled through her. Tacky, she thought. But equally wonderful.

He lowered the zipper of her skirt. It fell to the floor. She was already pulling off her blouse. He took care of her bra and thong, although he left her high heels in place. Kinky, she thought with a grin.

He reached for her, but she shook her head, then waved her index finger up and down. “You’re dressed. That doesn’t work for me.”

She pushed her computer aside, then sat on her desk and spread her legs. “I’m waiting.”

She had to give Angel credit. He took about five seconds to look her over, lingering at her br**sts and between her legs. His eyes dilated, his jaw clenched, as if he were holding himself back. But once he started taking off his clothes, he moved so quickly he was a blur. Then he was naked and gathering her in his arms.

His mouth found hers and he pushed his tongue inside. At the same time he slid his erection deep into her. He filled her all the way, igniting nerve endings as he moved. She clenched around him, tightening as he withdrew. They both whimpered.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him close. He continued to kiss her, moving his tongue against hers. At the same time he cupped her br**sts with his hands and rubbed her tight, aching ni**les. He pulled out and pushed in again, driving her closer. He dropped one hand between them. His palm was flat against her belly as he slipped his thumb down to her center and began to rub her clit.

It was too much, she thought frantically. Their kiss, his hands, how he knew exactly how hard and fast to fill her. She drew back slightly so she could stare into his eyes. Heat burning as his muscles tightened.

She felt him getting closer, even as she climbed toward her release. But she wanted to hold back—just for a second. Just to enjoy the trembling anticipation as she hung on the verge of—

Her orgasm claimed her. Every part of her shuddered and she drew in a breath to scream out her pleasure. Even as her brain warned her that was a very bad idea, considering their location, her body lost itself in release and her control slipped to the point where she just didn’t care.

But as she opened her mouth, Angel silenced her with a kiss. The sound died as she rubbed her tongue against him, wanting him to feel how good it was. Then he was coming and they were straining together in mutual climax.

* * *

ANGEL WAS GLAD he’d gone on his run by himself. He didn’t want to have to explain his ever-present grin. He felt relaxed, yet strong as he made his way up the mountain. Damn, he had a good time with Taryn.

He’d clocked their session in her office, and from the time he’d closed the door until they were both dressing and giggling like teenagers, all of four minutes had passed. Under other circumstances he might have been embarrassed by his lack of control, but she’d come just as quickly. She was eager and responsive—a difficult combination to resist.

He jogged past a stop sign and the road that led to the highway and was about to head east along a trail when he spotted a car at the side of the road. It was a ten-year-old import with a dent in the fender and a woman standing beside it.

Angel slowed, then came to a stop. It took him a second to place the woman. She was blonde and dressed in yoga pants and a T-shirt with tiny flowers all over it. Laura? Leslie? He frowned. Larissa. She worked with Taryn. Something touchy-feely, maybe?

But even though he knew who she was, he couldn’t be sure she had the same information about him. He slowed to a walk and kept his arms loose in an attempt to look as nonthreatening as possible.

“Hi,” he said. “I’m Angel. I work for CDS in town. Car trouble?”

Larissa smiled at him. “So you’re the mysterious Angel. I’ve heard all about you. Nice to finally meet you.”

They shook hands. He glanced at the car.

“What’s the problem?”

Larissa sighed. “I’m transporting a couple of endangered snakes to a reptile refuge in the desert. I was going to take the interstate through the mountains. I thought it would be a pretty drive.”

She mentioned several wildflowers that were in bloom and how important wildflowers were to the ecosystem. Angel waited patiently.

When she paused for breath, he motioned to her car. “Why did you stop?”