Caramel Kisses by T.J. Michaels Page A

place sent the fine hairs on the back of Sydni’s neck into hyper disco mode.
    “I didn’t come in here to argue. You promised me lunch today.”
    “That was before you deceived me, damn it.”
    “Deceived you? What did I lie about, Syd ? I did mention my promotion, I just didn’t mention moving into your space. Why? Because I’m not going to have my woman thinking I want to be with her so she can get me a fucking job.” Jaw ticking and color rising in his cheeks, Drew quietly snapped every word through gritted teeth. The man was actually mad? Now didn’t that beat all? Snark !
    Whoa! His woman? Was he serious?
    “I never want you to feel used or taken for granted, Syd . I want you to feel cherished while I give you the ride of your life. You deserve to be happy, baby. And if I’m not man enough to make my own way, there’s no way I’m man enough to keep you.”
    Hell, just take all the heat out of my mad, why dontcha .
    Unfolding his arms from across his wide chest, his stance was a bit more relaxed, thank god. Drew alone was enough. Drew plus intense pissed off male was too explosive by half. Well, at least he didn’t seem the type to hold a grudge.
    “So, where would you like to go?” he asked with a come-hither tilt of his head.
    “I don’t have time for lunch.”
    “How about a nice hard fuck, then I bring you back something to eat after I’ve had my fill of you?”
    “Huh?” Oh how articulate, Sydni . God, she wanted to kick herself at how easily he reduced her to a blithering dimwit.
    “You didn’t think last night was a one night stand did you?”
    “I-I, uh…” In fact, she’d wondered, but had been so exhausted by the time he left her early this morning, she hadn’t had the wits to catch him and have “the talk” about where this all was going.
    But now the man was closer than arms length and moving in fast. A full-body shudder worked its way through Sydni’s nervous system when an open mouthed lick traveled up her neck, followed by Drew sucking on her earlobe, diamond stud and all.
    “I…oh, dear god. I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I just don’t have time to go anywhere today. Something’s come up.” Yes, work. Work had always been her safe haven. She could hide any… Hold up. She wasn’t hiding from Drew, was she?
    “Of course you have time,” he sighed into her ear, then bit that damn spot that made her insides dance an Irish jig as if she were the lead in the cast of Riverdance . “Fucking is like Jell-O. There’s always room for Jell-O.” And his voice did that growly thing she liked. Yep, for a woman who’d always been ruled by her intellect and drive to succeed, the man reduced her to a shivering mass of lust and need with little more than a nip or two. In a word, she was toast. Burnt. No butter.
    Her seat twirled around to face him. Drew wasted no time hitting his knees and pushing hers apart. Why, oh why hadn’t she worn her granny panties and control top hose instead of sheer thigh-highs today? Because when you got up this morning you recalled a sexy night in Drew’s arms and felt all siren-delicious.
    Well, thigh-highs meant there was nothing between Drew and her oozing pussy but a scrap of fabric that barely passed as underwear. If the sight of her old-stand-by drawers hadn’t discouraged him away, then he would have at least had to work at getting the panty hose off.
    “Oh shit!” Sydni clamped down on her bottom lip when his fingers eased the crotch of her barely there undies aside. He dove right in with a lick from the bottom of her already creaming slit to the top, his tongue lodged just underneath her hooded clit.
    “Oh my god, stop. Tsubaki -san will come running thinking something is wrong.”
    He lifted his head with an imp of a smile. “Then you’ll just have to be quiet, won’t you?”
    “Bastard,” she hissed.
    “Damn right.”
    Talented tongue and even more talented fingers had her humping his face like a nympho on cock-flavored