Barely Breathing(24)

Marcus nodded, his gaze scanning the club now, too. Was his mind also somewhere else?

I headed toward the bathroom, waiting until I was past the crowd to change direction. The hallway where Kane’s office was located was empty. I walked to his door quickly, before I lost my nerve.

It was closed. Was he inside? I pictured him in front of his massive wood desk, his brows drawn together in thought.

I wanted to knock. I wanted to barge in, actually, and demand the answers to the questions that had been driving me crazy for two weeks. My hand went to the door, but instead of knocking I laid my palm flat against the dark wood.

If he wanted to see me, he would’ve called. I knew that in my head, but my heart was a different story.

I felt the warmth of a presence behind me and spun around. Kane’s dark, calculating eyes were locked on mine. His palms rested on the door now, one beside each of my shoulders, pinning me in.

My heart pounded as his eyes bored into mine. He wore his trademark scowl and his beard looked a bit shorter. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but something kept me rooted in place. He was angry. At me.

“Nice to see you, Viv,” he ground out. “Something I can do for you and your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Prospective boyfriend, then?”

His bitter tone reignited my anger. “What do you care? You walked out and never called.”

He leaned closer and I took in his smoky cedar scent. “I’m not right for you. But you didn’t need to come here and rub my f*ckin’ face in it.”

“Why? Why didn’t you at least call? I thought we had something good starting.”

He dipped his head down and stared at the floor. My pulse raced from his nearness. If only he’d lift his face back up to mine so I could try to read what was in his dark chocolate eyes right now.

“What are you doing with Marcus?” he demanded. “Are you dating him?”

His voice held notes of both bitterness and hope. It told me more than words ever could have. This couldn’t be the end for us. He still felt something, too. I reached out and grabbed a fistful of his black t-shirt, pulling him toward me.

“No,” I said softly. “This is a work meeting. He’s not the one I want . . . you are.”

Kane raised his face back to mine and leaned all the way in, his forehead resting against mine. He pressed a knee to the door between my legs. I arched my back, closing the space between us.

“Careful, Viv,” he said, his voice a low rumble of warning.

“Or what?” My chest moved in and out against his.

He wrapped an arm around my lower back, turning the door handle with his free hand. When the door was open, he pushed his body against mine and we both tumbled into the office. I stumbled but he tightened his hold on my back, keeping me upright.

I held tight to his shirt as he kicked the door closed and picked me up, his big hands cradled around my backside. He put my back against the door and leaned in to me again.

“Or you’ll see the side of me I’ve held back. The side that won’t stop like I did that night at your place.”

The corners of my mouth turned up in a small smile. “Maybe that’s what I want.”

He groaned and pressed his lips to mine, his tongue sweeping across mine in a deep kiss that sent a dizzying wave of arousal from my head down to my toes.

I was pinned against the door by him, our bodies perfectly aligned. My breasts pressed against his solid chest and my hips instinctively arched against him. His thick, rigid erection against my belly reminded me that I had some control over him, too.

“You smell so f*ckin’ good, Viv,” he said, his breath hot on my neck. He pressed a soft kiss to my collarbone, his soft beard brushing over my skin.

“I want you,” I said, a note of desperation in my tone. “I want that leather and cedar smell of you all over me. I want to taste you and feel you and hear you say my name when you come.”

With a low growl, he hiked my leg up around his hip. The pencil skirt of my suit strained and my leg fell back down. Kane grunted his frustration and picked me up, his hands squeezing my ass as he carried me to his large wood desk.

My heart raced with a hot, heady sensation. Kane’s hungry gaze made me forget all my inhibitions. When he set me on the floor and hiked my skirt up around my hips, I moaned softly.

“Sit on my desk,” he ordered.

I slid myself onto the edge, my eyes never leaving his. He pushed my thighs wide apart and brushed his thumb down my slit through my wet panties.

He groaned. “So f*cking wet for me, Viv. Lean back on your hands.”

I did, and when he reached for the sides of my panties, I raised my hips so he could work them down. Cool air washed over my exposed skin.

Kane slid the panties past my heels and bent down, his warm breath on my thighs making me shiver. He wrapped his big hands around my hips, pressing against the skirt bunched around them. When he kissed my sensitive inner thighs, my back arched into the air and I cried out.

He kissed and licked and even nipped a little at my thighs. By the time his tongue eased inside me and he grunted with satisfaction, I was already on the verge of coming.

“Kane . . . oh, God. Yes. So . . . ohhhh.”

He licked and sucked for a couple minutes and then held tight to my hips as I came hard, his tongue still working me into a frenzy. The orgasm seemed to last and last, and I was panting when my back relaxed against the surface of his desk.