She saw her case and straightened. A slight head rush made her dizzy. She grabbed the desk.

“Hey, you okay?” He stepped up close and rested his hand on her shoulder.

“Yes…fine.” She looked up at him.

Shadows sliced across his features, making them appear more angled. His eyes were dark and his lips soft and sensual.

She wondered how he’d kiss. What would those lips feel like against hers, on her body?

He didn’t move. He continued to stare at her, the burning intensity in his expression heating her up from the inside out.

Is he going to kiss me?

“James?” she whispered.

“Mmm?”

“I…”

He slid his hand from her shoulder to the back of her neck, slowly, his palm soft against her skin.

Megan’s breaths were light, her heart pounding. She could smell his spiced cologne and feel his body heat pouring from him.

A coil of excitement tightened inside her. She wanted him, there was no doubt about that.

And it seemed he wanted her.

He cradled the back of her skull and lowered his head.

“I’ve been waiting to do this for a while,” he said, then pressed his lips to hers.

Megan ran her hands up his chest and gripped his shoulders. The guy could kiss—all soft and caressing—his tongue just stroking hers. She tipped her head and deepened the entry. Wanting more, wanting all of it.

He strengthened his hold, cupping her nape now and circling her waist with his other arm. A small huff left his throat as he pulled her nearer.

She touched her body to his and closed her eyes. This was a kiss of dreams, the stuff of fantasies, and it was amazing to be squeezed up against him. Toned muscle and strength surrounded her and she was so small in his embrace.

“You feel so good,” he said, breaking the kiss and trailing his lips over her cheek to her ear. “Even better than I imagined.”

“You imagined this?”

“Hell yeah.” He scooped her up and sat her on the desk that was right behind her. A file toppled to the floor, as did a stack of papers. He moved to stand between her legs.

Oh God, is this really happening?

“I’m sure I’m not the first man to fantasise about a beautiful woman who always sits alone.” He ran his fingers into the hair at her temples and forced her to tip her head and look up at him.

“What did you fantasise about doing?” Megan was floating, consumed by him. He’d fantasised about her. Wow.

“Can I show you?” he asked. “Rather than tell you?”

“Yes.”

He kissed her again. There was less control this time. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, his breaths hard on her cheek. He eased her backwards onto the table and rested over her. A box of samples went flying and so did her stapler.