Echoes of Desire: Dance of Deception

IAN

between us, his lips claimed mine in a possessive kiss, his tongue tangling with mine, both hungry and tender. Then, slowly, oh so tantalizingly slowly, he back

my moans joined the sound of fabric te

ampening my already swollen and wet folds. As his mouth found my

stroking and teasing until I was wri

need, and just when I thought I couldn't possibly take any more, he pulled away and entered me in a swift, powerful thrust. His hips began

iately swinging about the moonlit room and landing on Mr. Friskies, his feline

ft bed and closed my eyes, my body still p

m my voicemail. "Where *are* you? Why didn't you take my call? Well, anywa

d eyes on Nathan again, I knew I was in trouble...deep, deep, trouble. At thirty-four, six-foot-two, two-hundred-thirty pounds, with thick, lustrous, sl

ancer. I'd left under a veil of uncertainty; I didn't know if or when I'd be back. I didn't regret the disruption of my life in my mom's time of need, as it had

-siblings, partners, and lovers, was gone. Inst

d jolted through me at seeing Nathan's name. What the hell? I couldn't help thinking. Nathan never called me...at least, not anymore. The thought ricocheted around in my head like a ping-p

little more securely, my hair dripping all over

rated in my pocket. Carrying the phone to my ear, I answered an

d to the office, and you damn well better be there when I get there, and don't

d. "Are you finished?" Was he wanting

wned out by a car coming to a stop in the lane before

the driver's obvious

ted out. "I di

ward and through the stoplight. I'd been waiting for my chance to pull out of the gas station, but I was quickly losing pa

ead, "Goddammit, Brianna-what are you still fo

ng idiot if you think I'd listen to my music that freaking loud. You have to be the most, deaf, blind and I'm thinking

he frustrated breath he heaved on the other end.

t onto the road, and I snarled, "At the goddamn gas station right damn in front of you!" Afterward, I hit the end call button, and tossed the phone in the seat

ade our way toward the bureau. Our anger with each other wrapped around us like an afghan wrapped around a Grandma, and after entering the bullpe

an uncaring attitude toward his desk from the filing cabinet. As he continued

s foul mood, he looked up, barking at m

ring at him as I crossed my arms over my chest. He wan

upper lip, he snapped, "Get the dam

ving an inch. "Can we say, pretty please?" I drawled,

d his eyes bugged. "Are

unyielding. "Nope. You want me to help

ing out, "Fine. Pretty please, Brianna

I reached into the A section and pulled out the file needed. Turning, I stomped over to his desk, and slapped the file down

thanks. Opening the file, he sank into his chair and dug through the file's contents. After a few minutes, he g

on the back of my neck. "I'm not a fucking dog!

out a breath, he raised his hands, then using his index fingers, he rubbed at his temples, as if his head hurt. Af

t their blank faces, his breathing erratic.

na tell me what the hell's e

or several seconds,