Love Me: The Complete Series by Shelley K. Wall Page B

office.
    He led her down the hall to the first room, the employee kitchen and lounge. Thankfully it was empty. The minute the door clicked behind them, he snagged her fingers and held the nails up for inspection. He turned the thin fingers in his and watched as her eyes flared.
    She bit into her lip and the lipstick seemed to—beckon.
    “I like it. The red. It suits you. Cheerful.” It was a stupid thing to say but hell, if he didn’t say something, he was going to
do
something really stupid. Their eyes locked. Oh, hell, why not. He reached out and slid his fingers behind her head, wrapping the ponytail between his thumb and fingers. He yanked her close and dropped his mouth on the lips that had him tied in knots the minute she walked in.
Holy shit.
She tasted like apples. And sin. Or maybe heaven. He wasn’t sure because as soon as their lips touched, she opened up and stroked her tongue against his.
    It shocked him and turned him on instantly.
    • • •
    Abby hadn’t really planned to attack him. He kept staring at her mouth, then her legs, and finally her fingernails. It was seductive the way he kept looking around as if trying not to stare, then returning—to her.
    She told herself it was business and she’d dressed appropriately. Sure, she could have just worn the pants and tops she had on at the shop, but that wasn’t professional enough and she wanted to make an impression. It was just about the job, she tried to convince herself.
    With their tongues wrapped together in a swami dance, there wasn’t anything the least bit professional in her head. Nope. Carnal, perhaps.
    When he let go of her fingers and palmed both sides of her face while he walked her backward against the door they’d entered, her thoughts evaporated. There wasn’t anything businesslike in that kiss. Not that kissing was
ever
businesslike in her world.
    She curled her toes in the heels and was certain she’d topple right off them if he let go. Which he didn’t. He stepped away and searched her face for a second then came right back. Into another one of those hellaciously wet and delicious kisses. The door handle dug into her back and her weight twisted it. Her ears were ringing and his lips continued to rattle her nerves. And the handle at her back.
    Bang bang bang.
    The door handled twisted again.
    “Hey, unlock the door,” a female voice complained.
    Carter released her so fast Abby fell forward on her heels. She quickly gained control and smoothed the skirt then felt her head. Her ponytail surely was a mess. She didn’t dare turn, just cleared her throat. “Um, I think we could probably put a couple of ficus trees in this room. They’d do quite well. What do you think?” She rubbed a hand over her burning mouth, worried lipstick was all over her face.
    Carter nodded. “Let’s look at the other spaces.” He motioned her out the door and down the hall.
    The next room had four people in a meeting. Heads swiveled when they rushed through the door, taking in her hair and dress. He waved a hand. “Sorry, just evaluating the room for plants. This one doesn’t need much.”
    They stepped out and hurried toward the next. Her face was heated as she fully expected the next room to be filled too. All of whom would take one look at them and know she’d just given him a tonsil lashing. When the door opened, she was relieved.
    It was empty.
    “Thank God.” Carter let out a breath.
    She whirled on him and glared. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?”
    He grinned. “I was about to ask you the same question. Only maybe I should just—”
    Damned if he didn’t drop his mouth to hers
again.
Only this time he twisted the door lock shut behind her. She had no idea how much time passed while they played tonsil hockey. Nor did she care. In fact, it hadn’t really been a surprise when she drew back and his hand was on her waist—inside her shirt.
    When his other hand slid up the outside of the fabric and a thumb stroked across