The One Who Got Away (Wilde Ways #12) - Cynthia Eden Page 0,4

excruciating years.

“And I’ve kept mine off you. But now I’m touching you, and you’re touching me.” Her voice was like a sensual stroke over his body. “What harm will a kiss possibly do?”

He thought it could do a whole lot of harm. He also thought his control was fracturing with every single moment that passed. “Ella…”

She pulled his head toward her. Her lips brushed over his. A light, tentative touch. Careful.

Screw careful. He hauled her closer. His mouth slanted over hers. The kiss became rougher. Harder. Deeper. Her nails bit into his shoulders. She pushed her body against his even as her tongue swept out to eagerly meet his. A moan rose in her throat. He was sure that a growl was breaking from him, and Antony didn’t care. He had Ella in his arms. Finally. No dream. Hot reality. He was holding her tightly, and her kiss was everything he’d ever dreamed. It was—

Ding.

The elevator was dinging again. Normally, the elevator was slow. It took its freaking precious time on the floors. Why did the damn thing seem to be moving at super speed that day?

Ella pulled from his hold. Staggered away a few steps. Her hand rose, and her fingers pressed to her lips even as the elevator’s doors opened. For a moment, she and Antony just stared at each other. There was shock in her golden stare. Shock, surprise, sensual need.

Say something! The order screamed through Antony’s mind, but he didn’t know what he was supposed to tell her.

“That was…more intense than I expected. And you should know, I had high expectations.” With that, Ella jerked toward the open elevator doors. A rushed, nervous movement. Ella wasn’t usually nervous. She was graceful. She moved like some kind of lighter-than-air ballerina.

Now she surged away from him as she hurried out of the elevator, and he was left gawking after her. She double-timed it away from him with a click-click of her heels, leaving him in her dust, and Antony didn’t know what the hell to do.

They were on the ground floor, in the parking garage, and he broke from his stupor just as she reached her car. “Ella, wait!”

She stilled.

He stalked toward her. His dick was rock hard in his pants, and his heart jackhammered in his chest. He was struggling to figure out what to say to Ella. He needed the right words. He had to be charming and convincing. This moment was too important to fuck up. But when he neared her side, when his hand reached up to curl around her shoulder, the guttural words that burst from him were, “I want more.”

He saw a small tremble rock her body. Antony was mentally cursing himself for being a total asshole when her gaze cut to him. Her breath whispered out. More pink stained her cheeks. She held his gaze, nodded slowly, and said, “So do I.”

Chapter Two

They burst into his condo. Ella yanked at Antony’s tie and jerked at the buttons on his shirt. Some of those buttons went flying, and she didn’t care. She knew she was out of control. One hundred percent. Flying free and fast and not thinking about anything but the way she felt in that insane instant.

She never did things like this. She was always careful and cautious. Being wild and living in the moment was so not her style. But this was different.

For the last two years, she’d been pining for Antony Kyle. Having secret fantasies and dreams about the man who was off-limits. Hot for her boss? Yes, that had been her. Though she’d worked to keep that truth buried so no one else would know how she felt. She was still hot for him, despite the lies he’d told her. Now she was hot and angry and…she wanted him so very badly.

Except he wasn’t her boss any longer. He was no longer off-limits. Before she left town, before she went out and started the next big adventure in her life, she was having this one night with him.

The attraction had been there from the first moment. When he’d shaken her hand on her first day at Shark Gaming and Design, she’d felt the surge of awareness course through her entire body. But she’d shoved it down deep. She’d done her job. She’d been professional. Twenty-four, seven, she’d kept that professional veneer in place. All right, yes, so maybe she’d fantasized about him when—

He picked her up, hauling her from the past and into the very, very sensual