Waiting For It - Allyson Lindt Page 0,3

you back to my room?”

“Yes.” Fucking yes. My voice had recovered.

He slid a hand to the back of my neck and kissed me again. There was no easing into this. He crushed against my mouth with an intensity I shared, and I parted my lips, to deepen the kiss.

Our tongues danced and thrashed against each other. He drew me closer, but I wanted to feel more than the pressure of his frame against mine; I wanted to be part of him.

I pushed his shirt up. One of us groaned—or was that both of us?—when my fingers met his bare skin.

His scent mingled with the faint musk of desire plus a full day’s work. Everything about this, about us, was distinct and hyper-real. The way he tangled his fingers in my hair and tugged. The glide of his mouth along my jaw and to my collarbone. The barely-there fuzz of hair, when I slid my fingers up his torso and dug them into his chest, looking for something to hold onto.

“You’re fucking incredible,” Luke murmured against my shoulder, and the words vibrated through me. “I want to strip you down, and lick your pussy until you’re grinding against my face and writhing in ecstasy. I bet you taste like peaches.”

And he was a dirty talker. From the increased throb between my legs, apparently that was a turn-on.

The chime of his cell phone, unnaturally loud amid our panting and moaning, shattered the mood.

“I should get that,” Luke said breathlessly.

“Right.” I didn’t know if I was hurt he didn’t ignore it, or relieved he chose to answer.

As he crossed the room, cool air sank into my cheeks and pushed away the heat of fantasy.

I brushed my fingers over my tingling lips. The flesh was tender and swollen. My pulse wouldn’t stop doing speed-trial laps. What the fuck was I doing? Was I really going to sleep with my boss?

Yeah, as far as bosses went, Luke was... wow, but I had to look him in the eye every day. Lust was one thing, but acting on it? Going further would be a mistake. I was a master of bad decisions, and that one would top the list.

“Sorry about that.” He returned but kept his distance.

Good. It was. Really. I just needed all of me to be glad he wasn’t close enough to touch. I wouldn’t even ask what the apology was for—the interruption or what came before. “No worries. I think we should call it a night soon, anyway.”

A shadow crossed his face, but it was gone before I could identify it. “You’re right. It’s late. Our brains are stuck in a debug loop.”

“That’s it.” I knew what the issue was with the code. Thank God, because it pushed the awkwardness out of my thoughts for a few seconds. “Check this out.” I strode back to the white board, erased several of the lines in his flow chart, and drew in new ones. Not an easy trick while my brain was trying to remember if I knew any positions in the Kama Sutra. “This routine is stuck in a loop.”

“You’re right.” He moved to stand behind me but kept a couple feet between us.

A couple feet of gaping chasm.

I ignored the thought and kept drawing. “We need to call this variable sooner and populate it at a higher level, so these modules can access it.”

“Brilliant. If I’d know I had magic lips, I’d have done— Brilliant.”

My cheeks were burning again, but not from desire this time. Done that sooner. I knew what he wanted to say, because I was itching to joke that, if your kisses come with programmer mojo, we need to do that more often.

Not an option. I needed to relegate tonight’s make-out session to storage, no matter how incredibly delicious and tempting his kisses were... How much I’d enjoyed his hands roaming my body—

“I’ll get my team started on this in the morning. Which means we’re done for the night.” My words tumbled out in a rush.

“Smart thinking. We both need sleep.” Was he looking at me funny? I couldn’t bear to check. “Good work today.” His tone was strained.

You too. You’re an amazing kisser. “Thanks.”

“Walk you to your car?”

“Sure.” I had to accept. We always walked out to the parking lot together during late nights. He insisted it was to keep me safe, and I liked the idea of him looking out for me.

I grabbed my laptop—not that I would do any work between tonight and tomorrow morning, but just