The Passion Series Read Free Page B

stretched across his chest and biceps in the most seductive way.
    She saw him looking at her, waiting for a response, and she blushed, realizing she hadn’t heard the question. She was staring at his handsome face. Seeing all of it in person, sans black silk mask, was amazing. She wondered how anyone could be so attractive.
    “I’m sorry. What was the question?”
    Ryan gave a soft laugh and the masculine tone seemed to radiate through the room. No wonder women fell all over him.
    She realized he was asking if she’d reviewed the outline for the painting.
    “Well, ah, normally I do. But I just have a feeling that this is a special project. I prefer to hear it from you, personally.”
    Ryan was more than happy to describe the painting he had in mind. And Heather was more than content to let him talk on and on, so she could watch him. He carefully outlined the details of what he envisioned.
    Heather became aware of the wetness between her legs. She hoped to get through the meeting without a wet spot showing on her skirt. Just being this close to him was too unnerving. She tried to push the thoughts of last night’s interlude away. But they wouldn’t go. In fact, her desire was only increasing. It was hopeless.
    Heather noticed Ryan was very emotional about the painting he was describing, in exquisite detail. This only served to increase her arousal.
    Ryan found that telling Heather about the painting stirred feelings deep within him. Not that he needed that. Just having her right here within reach had his cock hard. And the tight jeans were not going to do anything to cover it up. He had other plans anyway.
    What he wanted right now was to go around beside her, pull her up, and kiss her passionately. He wanted to feel the soft inside of her mouth, touch her tongue. He felt the urge to lift her skirt and feel his warm cock press against her soft, smooth abdomen. He was losing control.
    He had reached the end of the description and was looking at Heather. She did not reply. The heat of the meeting had risen noticeably. Heather began to wonder if she had even a prayer of keeping her composure.
    What happened next answered the question with finality. Silently, Ryan stood up and walked around the desk. His pupils looked dilated and the expression on his face left no doubt of the feeling burning inside.
    For a moment, Heather desperately looked away, toward the huge window framing the skyscrapers that etched a jagged design against the bright blue sky. It occurred to her that she was once again drawn to this charismatic male, who seemed completely uninhibited about intimate sexual interludes with women he barely knew.
    Never before had she reacted like she did last night. She’d had no defense against the strength of the attraction. And with the masks, they’d likely never see each other again. Or so she had thought then.
    As fate would have it, she was here with him again. It struck her that he didn’t know she was the same person he’d held in his arms only hours before. She felt a pang of guilt that she hadn’t revealed herself as soon as she’d arrived.
    He pulled her to her feet with urgency. She thought to resist. The shreds of her plan to keep her composure fell away. She looked into his eyes, burning with desire. She didn’t care about anything else. She wanted him. There was only now. She wanted him now.
    Ryan thrust his left hand behind her head and took a handful of her thick, glossy hair, the blond curls falling in disarray. With his right hand behind her trim waist, his mouth slanted over hers and pressed into a hard kiss.
    His tongue found the inside of her mouth and licked her tongue. Heather heard herself softly moan. She felt his hand move inside her jacket and sensually massage her right shoulder.
    Ryan moved to kiss her neck in a sweet series of soft, erotic touches. Then he licked down her throat to the top of her silk blouse. He quickly undid the top buttons and reached in the right side of her lacy