Kissing Sin (Riley Jenson Guardian 2)

I didn't.

And while I would have loved to use the excuse that I couldn't go to Misha aching with need because the bastard didn't deserve it, truth was, I wanted this wolf just as much as he wanted me.

He strode out of the main ballroom and up the hall to the lifts, his grip on my hand forcing me to almost run to catch up with him. "Where are we going?" I asked, a little breathlessly.

"To my office. We won't be disturbed there."

The thought had my pulse skipping. As did the heated, determined look in his eyes. "You work here?"

"I own the building."

"Wow."

A smile touched his lips as his gaze slid down my body. Heat stirred deep within. "That dress is a wow." His gaze rose. "But I intend to take it off you in precisely" - he glanced at his watch - "twenty seconds."

The lift chimed softly as the door opened. He tugged me inside and pressed the top floor button.

"You're getting a little presumptuous, aren't you?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Am I?"

The lift zoomed upward, and for a change, my stomach had no reaction. Maybe it was the presence and heat of the wolf standing so close keeping any reaction but desire at bay. "I came here with someone, you know."

"Quinn O'Conor." Cold amusement touched his green eyes. "It gives me a great deal of pleasure to steal you away from that bastard."

I stepped back. "I hope that's not the only reason because otherwise - "

He laughed, cutting me off. "If I truly wanted to annoy him, I would have taken you somewhere closer, somewhere his vampire senses could feel every little glorious thing I intend to do to you."

And I thought the horse-shifter was hot...

I blew out a breath and resisted the urge to fan myself.

The lift stopped and a small bell chimed as the doors opened. Only they didn't open into a hallway but a huge office with billion-dollar views over the harbor.

"Stunning," I said.

"It is,'" he agreed, but he was looking at me when he said it.

I smiled, liking this wolf more and more. "That lift a private one?"

He waved a keycard I hadn't noticed before. Observant, that was me. "Totally. Why?"

"Because I'd hate for us to be interrupted."

"Oh, we won't be." He tugged me forward. The office was huge, and not just an office. There were double doors to our left that led into a bedroom that looked to be as big as my whole apartment, and a single door farther along that same wall that led into a bathroom.

"You live here?" I asked, almost running to keep up with him again as he skirted around several perfect-for-seduction leather couches.

"Most of the time. I have an apartment in Melbourne, too." He looked over his shoulder, his eyes flashing green fire in the shadowy light. "I intend to be there a whole lot more often."

"Well, good." Then I saw where he was headed and stopped. "Umm, sorry, but I'm afraid of heights, so getting near the windows is not a good idea."

He switched tack, tugging me toward a long mahogany board table. He pushed several chairs aside, some of them crashing to the thick beige carpet as he spun me around and backed me against the table.

My breath caught as his hands slid teasingly down my waist and hips. His fingers briefly caressed my thighs, sending little sparks of electricity shooting through my system, then he caught the hem of the dress and it was being pulled up and over my head. "Twenty seconds, on the dot," he said with a smile.

"I do so admire a man who keeps his word." I hitched my butt onto the tabletop. "Now that you've got me naked, what are you going to do with me?"