A Will and a Way by Maggie Wells

getting to know each other will make things so much better.”
    Instead of lowering her hand to her side, she curled her fingers into the crisp fabric of his shirt and drew him closer. “I’d think you’d prefer something easier.”
    “Maybe when I was younger,” he conceded. “Now, I have to at least halfway like the woman I’m sleeping with.”
    She blinked, once again knocked off-kilter by his startling honesty. “Only halfway?”
    He flashed a self-deprecating smile. “I may be a little choosier than I used to be, but I’m still a man.”
    Short, silky hair slipped through her fingers. “I don’t know if I can wait.”
    “Yes, you can.”
    She gave a wistful sigh. “You have no idea. It’s been a while since I’ve had an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced—”
    “Two days,” he corrected.
    She writhed against him, desperate to leave him as itchy as she was.
    “It’s been two days since I made you come. Two days and I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”
    “Will—”
    “I would happily have followed through, but you left.”
    “Shut up and kiss me.”
    “Shit.”
    With that succinct summary of their time together, he captured her mouth and kissed her long and deep. He tilted her head back, holding her fast, controlling everything about the kiss but her reaction to it. Pins pinged off the hardwood floor and dug into her scalp when he plunged his fingers into her hair.
    She hitched her leg up on his, desperate to feel him against her. The hem of her skirt bound her thighs, frustrating them both. Will grasped the back of her knee, holding her tight as he pushed the skirt higher. Her fingers found the first button on his shirt. She made it as far as the third before he picked her up.
    Lacing her fingers at the base of his skull, she broke the kiss long enough to look into his eyes. “Here. Now.”
    He clenched his jaw and inhaled through his nose. Watching him struggle for control knocked the lust level up a notch. His hands slid down to her ass and pulled her hard against him.
    “Now, but not here.”
    She locked her legs around him and clung to him as he scooped her up into his arms. She hung on tight, snuggling into the curve of his neck as he strode through the kitchen and into his dusty, underused office.
    Another desk. Same gorgeous man. Blessedly hot hands. The stapler hit the floor with a clunk. The inbox made more of a clatter. He kissed her again, his mouth firm and demanding, but the flick of his tongue was deceptively soft and alluring. She knew better than to fall for it, but she did anyway.
    He creased her skirt with his greedy, grasping fingers, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything but the feel of his mouth on hers, his hands on her body, and the promise of that hard bulge in his pants. He fisted a hand in her hair when she reached for his belt. A tremor of restrained need rippled through his long, lean body. She plastered herself to him, giving herself up to each delicious sensation.
    Will pitched forward, one hand slapping the desktop in a quest for balance. The towering stack of file folders began a slow slide into certain chaos, but she couldn’t pry her hands from him long enough to stop it. By the time they finally broke for oxygen, what had to be a year’s worth of work lay in scattered sheets at his feet, but Will didn’t seem to give a damn.
    His voice was deep and hoarse, gravelly with unchecked desire. “This is what you wanted.”
    How could she refute a statement of fact from a man who didn’t bother with dissembling?
    “Why did you run out on me?”
    He pushed her back on the desk, trailing hot, wet kisses down her throat as he opened the buttons on her suit jacket. For the life of her, she couldn’t remember why she’d fled. Every kiss, lick, and caress played through her head on a continuous loop. In high definition. Now, the master of reckless behavior had her in his clutches again. The determined glint in his eyes told her the instant