It’s been torture. My fingers ache to dial his number. Or even the shop, just to hear his voice before I hang up. I’m trying to play a little hard to get. I’ve been chasing him so hard for so long that I need to step back and make sure he’s in this too.

Our date was intense. Everything about Devin Bennett is intense. I’m good at fun. Light. Easy. This isn’t that. This is the beginning of something. I feel it every time he touches me, and I need to know he wants me before I let this get out of hand.

I was ecstatic when Devin called me. Even if his side of the conversation consisted of more groans than actual words, my heart was racing the whole time. He was complaining about my system, but I’m hoping he was really complaining about not getting to see me more than anything else.

His heavy footsteps are quick behind me. I lock my playful expression in place.

“What seems to be the problem, Big Man?”

He shuts the door behind him and is on me in a heartbeat. He dips to hook his hands underneath my knees, lifting me onto the desk and pushing me back in one motion. He steps between my thighs and wraps his strong arms around me. His movements are purposeful—aggressive even, but his touch is feather soft.

He has one arm holding me to him while he explores me with the other. He traces along the racing pulse in my neck with rough, cool fingertips before dipping to tickle the exposed skin at my collarbone. I get lightheaded at the gentle caress, fisting a handful of his shirt to keep from flying away. I lift my chin and his lips take over from his fingers, worshiping me with languid kisses.

He slips his hand into my hair, massaging the nape of my neck. I hold his wrist, desperate to keep him, and arch my back, pressing into him. My mouth falls open. Ragged, shallow breaths are all I can manage.

He hasn’t said more than a few words to me all week, but his actions speak so much. He missed me. I can feel it. And I’m not talking about the giant hard-on pressing into my thigh. It’s the possessiveness in his touch. The obsession in his eyes. The pleading in his kisses. I feel it too. A need for him. It’s consuming me.

He’s leaning forward and my back is going to be pinned to the desk any minute now, at his mercy. He slides the hand at my back under my shirt and with a quick flick of his wrist, my bra pops open. Damn, that’s sexy. I want him to take me. Right here. Right now.

Then what?