“Green eyes are striking as well. Especially when coupled with the red hair. Green eyes are rare, and they change colors with the person’s emotions and attitude. I can always gauge when everything is okay and when it’s not, so I always know when to step in and when I can back off.”
“Anything else?” she asked breathlessly.
“Delicate hands that fit in the palm of my hand,” Ash said as he leaned forward. “And hips that move with mine whenever we dance. She’s going to have to dance, because I love dancing. And her skin needs to be soft. Like silk.”
Kallie pressed herself into the back of her chair as her toes curled into the floor.
“That it?” she asked.
“I’m only beginning,” Ash said. “But it looks like you might need a breather. Your cheeks are a little flushed and your eyes are...”
“My eyes are what?” she asked curtly.
“Darkening.”
Kallie ran her sweating palms along the thighs of her pants. She knew what Ash was doing and she couldn't let him get away with it. Whether he was being honest or not, she didn’t care. This was crossing a professional boundary she told herself she wouldn’t deal with. Kallie stood from her chair and walked over to the small window of her office, trying to focus her eyes on something else.
But she heard Ash stand and slowly approach her from behind.
“In my defense, it’s hard not to focus on what’s in front of me. You know, given our history in this place,” he said.
Kallie shook her head as the memories came rushing back.
“I’m pretty sure it was your fault we had sex in this office,” she said.
“You being as beautiful as you are didn’t help matters.”
“And you being as possessive as you are didn’t help either.”
“Did you not like it?”
She felt Ash’s heat radiate down onto her back as she stood at the window.
“Such a shitty view,” h
e said. “Maybe you should make your own list of demands.”
“Then I’ll start with you backing up,” she said.
Kallie turned around and was shocked as to how close Ash was to her. She almost face-planted into his chest. Her hands fell to her sides as her eyes fluttered up to his, and she immediately lost herself in his hazel stare. In the yellow freckles that peppered the colors of his eyes. In the rich mahogany hair that seemed to darken without the heat of the sun beating down on top of his head day in and day out.
“I didn’t have sex with you that day, Kallie.”
She furrowed her brow as Ash closed the gap between them. She could feel his heartbeat. Feel the rise and fall of his chest as he steadily breathed. She could feel his hand sliding up the outside of her thigh and perching delicately on her hip. She wanted to push him away. To brush off his advances and shove his hand from her body.
But fuck, she had missed this.
Missed the connection that brewed so eloquently between them.
“What?” she asked.
“I didn’t just have sex with you that day in this office,” he said. “I made love to you, Pretty Kallie.”
Her eyes widened and her knees buckled.
She plummeted to the floor, but Ash caught her in his strong, lean arms. She gripped the collar of his suit coat to try and steady herself, but Ash pinned her body to the wall. His arm gripped the dip in her waist as his hand ran along the back of her thigh. He fingered her excess as he rose her leg to hook around him. She could feel him again. His rock-hard cock pulsing against her body. Her lip quivered and her body trembled.
She felt her eyes darkening.