By the time she thought that the floor was empty, her fingers were shaking too badly to type on her keyboard any longer. Her heart pounded in anticipation and she heard the movement she’d been waiting on for the past several hours. The footsteps were almost silent, but her nervous brain heard them anyway. Each step sounded to the beat of her heart, pulsed right along with the blood pounding in her brain. And then he was there, standing in her doorway looking so big and so vital, she almost threw herself into his arms. He was feeling it too. She could see the need in his eyes, sense the impatience. “Come here,” he growled but didn’t wait for her to stand up and come around her desk. He walked in, grabbed her hand and pulled her up into his arms. His mouth covered hers with an impatience that startled and thrilled her, matched her own. She gave back everything that she’d been holding inside of her since last night. His hands were everywhere, cupping her bottom, pulling her against his hardness so she was cradling his erection.
