Page 135 of Rising Heat

“...and I haven’t really wanted to bring anyone here on my own in a long time.”

She watches me for a beat.

“And Mack wouldn’t kill you for bringing me up here?”

“Oh, he’d absolutely kill me. But for different reasons.”

I lean one hand against the frame beside her, barely boxing her in.

She swallows.

There it is again. Her bravado slipping slightly.

I like seeing that look. Like knowing I can knock her a little off balance, same way she does to me.

“You always show up to places like you own them?”

“Only the ones worth showing up to,” she says.

That’s the version of her I like best. Brave enough to go for it, just terrified enough to second-guess herself afterward.

Her fingers come up and brush my wrist where it rests against the frame lightly, making my cock twitch in my pants.

I let out a breath that slips into a laugh.

“Darcy…”

“What?”

Keep it professional, keep it professional.

Christ, she’s gonna ruin me.

“I’m trying to behave.”

“Are you going to keep talking, or are you actually going to do something? Because if you don’t in the next ten seconds I’m going to lose my nerve and start talking about the weather and that’s going to be embarrassing for both of us.”

That does it.

My hand slides from to her waist, pulling her forward until there’s nothing left between us. Her knees part around me, her back hitting the seat.

The second our lips meet, I stop thinking about the shift or the station or any of the reasons this is probably a terrible idea.

It doesn’t feel like a terrible idea.

Her hand slides up the back of my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss. I exhale against her mouth, tightening my grip on her waist as she opens for me. I slide onto the jump seat beside her and pull her into my lap without breaking the kiss.

She’s already rolling her hips against me, grinding down on my hard cock like she’s trying to start a fire.

If she keeps this up I’m gonna nut my pants.

My thumb slips beneath the hem of her shirt, tracing the warm curve of her waist. She shivers when I pull her closer, matching the slow roll of her hips with mine.

I lift her shirt over her head in one smooth motion, and she lets me. Then she’s sitting in my lap in nothing but her jeans and a lacy black bra, making me pause.

She deserves to be looked at, and I physically couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to.

“You always this sexy, Trouble, or is this just for me?” I murmur against her swollen lips.