What was this?

Whatever it was, I hoped it wouldn’t stop.

I gave over to the kiss, even as he slid his fingers into my hair and pressed his body right against mine.

If this was the answer to whether there was something between us, he was right. Words really weren’t needed.

He moved his hands down my body and grasped my waist, pulling me closer against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him just as deeply as he was me. Desire spread through my body like a wildfire, and it felt like I wasn’t in control of my body anymore.

It was all… him.

I wanted to climb up him, wrap myself around him and not let go. I wanted to kiss him harder and feel his hair between my fingers and rip his clothes off and mine until there was absolutely nothing between us.

It was wild and presumptuous and a little insane but that was how he made me feel.

That was how I felt right now, as he slid his hands down further and lifted me up, guiding my legs around his waist. My back was flat against the wall and I gripped onto him even tighter, locking my ankles at the small of his back.

And—

Oh.

I wasn’t the only one who was into this.

His erection pressed between my legs, and a tiny noise that could have been a whimper escaped me. I wasn’t sure. I didn’t know anything except the feeling of his lips on me and our bodies pressed together.

Miles dipped his head and kissed along my jaw, and I could barely breathe properly as he dotted kisses along my neck.

“We have to stop,” I breathed.

He stopped, burying his face in my collarbone. “You’re right.”

“No, I don’t mean—well, I do mean—oh, bollocks.” I bit my lip as he looked up, amusement twisting his lips. “Someone could see us. And, um, I don’t have pockets in this dress.”

He blinked at me.

“You know.”

“Oh. Oh.”

Reluctantly, I unhooked my ankles and got back on my feet.

Mostly. It was a little wobbly there for a second.

“I have to get back to work.”

“What time is it?” I wasn’t going to let him go yet. We’d come this far, we’d come this close, and I wasn’t going to let that disappear.

He checked his watch. “Midday. Quarter past.”

“When’s your lunch break?”

“I’m in charge. Whenever I want.”

That was kind of hot. “Why don’t you take it now?”

He dipped his head and brushed his lips against my ears. “Because I only have forty-five minutes, and that won’t be enough time.”

I swallowed. “Well, actually, I’m in charge, and I say you can have an extended lunch break.”

Leaning back, he raised his eyebrows. “Are you?”

“I am.” I smirked. “Come with me.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him after me. “Let’s go.”

“You are very forward today, Lady Gabriella,” he teased, following behind me.