The Tycoon's Baby Revelation - Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,43

that what you are feeling might embarrass you. Or you might feel that I don’t want that level of intensity. But let me just clear that up right now. I want you. I’ve wanted you for years,” he admitted. “I told you before that this isn’t just a one night thing. I want more than just one night with you. I want…” he hesitated, seeing the panic in her eyes. “Well, let’s just take it one day at a time, okay?”

Josh felt her trembling increase as he spoke. Not wanting to terrify her, he stopped, waiting. But when she continued to stare up at him with that hunger, the same hunger he was feeling, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He needed to hold her, to feel her pressed against his body. She was so damn soft and felt amazing when she pressed her breasts against him, shifting ever so slightly. It was almost as if she wanted to feel him but didn’t want him to know how badly she wanted it.

But he wasn’t an idiot. He’d worked with her for too long, observed her for eight long, agonizing years. Sloane was a planner. This sexual tension had been present from the moment he’d interviewed her, on his part, but it was probably new to her.

So, he kissed her. Just a gentle brush of his lips against hers, but he loved the feel of her lips, her mouth trembling ever so slightly. If he’d only felt that trembling, he might have pulled back, given her some space. But he felt her hand against his chest, her fingers sliding up, as if she wanted to feel him through the fabric of his dress shirt.

And he wanted that too! He wanted it so badly his body ached!

“Come home with me, Sloane,” he urged. He saw the worry in her eyes, but didn’t understand it. There were times when he could read her like a book, but this wasn’t one of them.

“Could we…go to my place?” she whispered, almost choking out the words.

“Anything you want, honey.”

And with that, he took her hand, grabbing her purse and her tote bag. He didn’t give her a chance to change her mind. If she’d feel more comfortable at her tiny cottage, then they’d spent the next several hours there. He thought about protection, but he knew that he had something in his wallet. He doubted that she’d thought of that, but he’d protect her. At this moment though, it was imperative that they get the hell out of the office because he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold off.

“Wait!” she yelped when they were halfway to the door.

“Forget it,” he ordered, tugging at her hand. “You’re not bringing any work home tonight.”

She smiled and he groaned when her cheeks turned that sexy pink again.

“No, it isn’t that. I just need to close down my computer.”

“Forget your computer.”

“Josh! I lock it down for security reasons! I can’t just leave it unlocked.”

He understood finally and released her hand. She had a point and he couldn’t believe he’d forgotten about something so essential. Their client’s financial data was on the system and leaving the computer unlocked would be a dangerous thing.

But so was her bending over her desk like that.

“I just need to finish this e-mail,” she told him, typing furiously.

Josh stood there, his eyes moving over the roundness of her bottom in the skirt. He could just…lift that material up and reveal her demure panties. He’d discovered last night that she preferred the plain, simple cotton panties. He imagined taking her to a lingerie store and dressing her in lace and satin. Would she let him? She was so adorably frugal. He’d bet she bought her panties and bras at the discount stores, not wanting to spend money on anything as frivolous as sexy underwear. But she had a very fine ass and he wanted to see her in lace. Black lace. No, red! Yeah, she had beautiful, pale skin that would look amazing in red lace.

Damn, he was hard and throbbing already. Moving closer, he ran a finger down her spine, smiling when she stiffened. He understood that her natural inclination was to reject any sort of touch because touching wasn’t professional. But…he moved his hand back down her back and…yes! Her body melted, her fingers moved off of the keyboard, gripping the wood of the desk. Her breathing changed, becoming ragged and he’d guess that her eyes were closed as she tried to fight