He rose to his feet and came around the desk to stand peering down at her. He had a perfect view of her cleavage. “I like the distraction tactics,” he said. “Very effective.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Did they work?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m definitely … distracted.”

One way to put it. His dick was hard and his pants too tight. Suddenly, it was imperative that he touch her. Every nerve in his body screamed with the need. He held himself in check, not wanting to scare her away as he stretched out his hand. “Shall we shake on it?”

“On what?” Suspicion laced her tone, but she held out her own hand and slid her palm into his as though she too needed to touch him.

A jolt shot through him from the point of contact and her eyes widened. Without giving himself time to think about it—to decide this was a bad idea when he didn’t entirely trust her—he wrapped his fingers around her hand and pulled her to her feet. For a second, he held her at arm’s-length, then he tugged on her hand and dragged her into his arms. Her body rested full-length against his for a brief moment and heat surged straight to his cock.

She pulled back slightly. “What are you doing?”

“Just checking out those distractions.” He released her hand and rested both his palms on her hips, then slid them up the sharp indent of her waist to rest at her sides just beneath her breasts. Her mouth parted slightly. Her eyes had a panicked expression, but she wasn’t trying to get away from him. In fact, she swayed a little closer. It was the only encouragement he needed. He drew her fully against his body, and she stiffened momentarily as his growing erection pressed into her belly. Then the tension trickled out of her and she melted against him.

Holy hell, she felt like a whole lot of woman in his arms. He couldn’t remember being as instantly aroused by any woman. For a long minute, he just savored the feeling of her warm curves pressed up tight against him. Allowed the throb in his cock to build up until his balls ached with need. Lowering his head, he kissed her.