Never Gonna Happen - Cynthia Eden Page 0,83
straightened. “Is that what you’re worried about? That I’ll get tired of the drama that surrounds you, and I’ll leave?”
“I’m worried I can’t protect you. I’m worried—” His gaze rose. Pinned her. “I’m worried that I will love you so much I can’t breathe without you. I won’t be able to protect you or you’ll get tired of the danger that stalks me, and you’ll leave, and then I won’t know how to live without you.”
Her chest warmed. Those intense, rumbling words were just pure Sebastian.
He cursed. “Now I’ve probably scared you. I’m sorry. You never got how much I wanted you. How much every single time I was near you, I just wanted to pull you into my arms.”
She looked around. “I’m near you now, but you just pushed me away.”
“Because I’m trying to do the right thing—”
“If you were doing the right thing, you’d be kissing me now. You’d be lifting me up, sweeping everything off Winston’s desk, and making love to me.” She put her hands on her hips. “That’s what you’d be doing instead of this whole BS routine. I mean, really, what’s the point of it? Is it a test? You think I’ll walk? Not happening. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that will never happen. Know why? Simple. Because I’m in this for the long haul with you. I’m not going to get scared away. I know what you are—I know who you are—and I’m standing with you.”
He blinked. His face…hardened.
He didn’t say anything.
That was unfortunate. He’d been so intense before. She’d rather thought for sure he’d come back with his own big declaration. Or, maybe she’d just hoped that he would.
“You shouldn’t have said that,” he rasped.
“Well, we both know I have a tendency to blurt out what I’m thinking.” She shrugged. “Sue me.”
“I’d rather fuck you.”
Alyssa glanced over at the desk. “Ahem.”
“You shouldn’t have said that.” He pulled her tightly against him.
“Why not?”
“Because I was trying to give you up.” His hands curled around her waist. He lifted her up. Swept some stuff off Winston’s desk. Put her on top. Spread her legs. Stepped between them.
“Wh-why would you want to give me up? Why were you trying to do that?”
“Because if I didn’t let you go now, I’d never be able to do it. And when you tried to leave later, when you got sick of the spy game, what was I supposed to—”
She put a fingertip over his lips. “You worry too much.”
His tongue came out. Licked her finger.
A shiver slid over Alyssa’s body. “How many times do I have to say it? I’m not going any place.” Her voice had grown husky. “Neither are you. We’re in this together, from here on out. I mean, didn’t you hear Dex? I’d make a killer spy.”
“I don’t think that’s what he said.”
“I don’t care what he said.” Her finger traced over his lower lip. “Kiss me.”
He did. His mouth took hers with a savage hunger. Or maybe she was the one with the savage hunger. It was hard to tell. Their lips met. Their mouths parted. Need exploded.
She couldn’t get close enough to him.
He caressed her with frantic hands.
His tongue thrust into her mouth. She moaned because, God, she did love him. And she loved everything that he could do with his tongue.
“Can’t lose you,” Sebastian grated.
“Then don’t try getting rid of me.”
“Fucking can’t.” His mouth fed on hers. Deep, drugging kisses that had her arching toward him. The t-shirt was in the way. Hers. His. She needed to throw them across the room.
Across Winston’s office?
A little bit of sanity raised its head. This was probably not the best place.
But he was kissing his way down her throat. Sucking and licking and—
She moaned.
Are the cops still outside? If so…I should… “Yes, right here.” Her hands sank into his hair. What he was doing with his mouth felt so good.
Someone knocked at the door.
Because…right. They were in a police station. Other people were close.
Sebastian stiffened. His head lifted.
“I’m opening the door,” Winston barked. “You know, the door to my office.”
“We will finish this,” Sebastian whispered to her.
In the next moment, he’d lifted her off Winston’s desk, spun her around and put her in the chair she’d originally been sitting in a few minutes before. Sebastian crossed his arms over his chest, blew out a ragged breath, and straightened up as he assumed a position near the desk just as Winston threw open the door.
Winston eyed them suspiciously. “What in the