Hammered by Desiree Holt

out on his brothers.
    “I’m fine. Really. I can work this out by myself.” He made a
shooing motion with his hand. “Go on. Go home or go out to play. I promise I’ll
close up soon.”
    He sat there for a long time after Tyler left, fighting an
inner battle that he knew he was sure to lose. It was bad enough Olivia
D’Angelo had gotten under his skin and wouldn’t leave. She’s also invaded his
heart in a very short time. Maybe it was like craving a forbidden food. If you
ate too much of it the craving went away.
    Okay. If that was the case, he’d get ready to overeat.
    He locked the offices up tight and headed out to his car. He
thought of calling to make sure she was home but then wasn’t sure what she’d
say if she answered. He’d just have to take his chances.
    It was raining by the time he got to her house, not heavily
but just enough to dampen him as he ran from his car to the front porch.
Punching the doorbell, he tried to brush off the raindrops while he waited for
her to answer. When nothing happened he pushed the bell again, and once more,
impatient to see her. Say his piece.
    The porch light came on and the heavy oak door opened just
the length of the security chain.
    “Alex?” Her voice was filled with surprise. “Is that you?”
    “It’s me.” He ran a hand over his damp hair. “Open up the
damn door, okay?”
    She hesitated, then released the chain and swung the door
wide open.
    “What on earth are you doing here?” She peered out at the
night. “And in the rain, of all things. Couldn’t you just have called?”
    “No. I need to do this in person.”
    She closed the door and set the chain again then looked at
him with a questioning expression on his face. “So what’s the deal?”
    He hadn’t meant to do this in a damp suit with raindrops
dripping from his hair but the weather just hadn’t cooperated. He probably
looked like a drowned rat while she looked bedtime gorgeous in a pink robe with
no makeup on her face and her hair falling softly to her shoulders.
    “You said just sex, right?” he demanded.
    “What?” She rubbed her face. “What are you talking about?”
    “You said no emotional involvement. I heard you.” His cock
was reminding him that it was ready to go to work. “Just sex. So, okay. I’m
here for the sex.”
    He moved toward her, cupped her cheeks with his palms and
took her mouth in a scorching kiss. His tongue plunged and retreated, licking
the inside of her delicious lips, gliding across her small tongue, drinking in
her taste. Her fingers clasped around his wrists as if to pull his hands away
but then they loosened and simply clung to him. She answered his kiss with heat
of her own.
    Alex lifted his head only when he needed to breathe but he
didn’t move his hands from her. Instead he brushed light kisses on her cheeks,
her eyelids, her forehead.
    “Bedroom,” he told her in a raspy voice. He needed to be
inside her now. Now!
    “Um, Alex?”
    “Yeah?” He licked the softness of her lips.
    “Hold on a second. What if I have someone here?”
    That shocked some sense into him, freezing every muscle in
his body. For some reason that hadn’t occurred to him. “Is there? Tell me right
now.”
    “No, there isn’t.” She lifted his hands form her face and
moved back a step. “But there could have been. What’s with the caveman act all
of a sudden?”
    He drew in a breath, an attempt to get himself under some
kind of control.
    “I want you. I’ve hardly been able to think about anything
except our night together since the last time we saw each other. So if we can’t
have a relationship, I’ll take the sex. Where’s the bedroom?”
    He saw the struggle in her eyes, in the expression on her
face. She could certainly tell him she’d changed her mind and to get the hell
out. But from her response to his kiss he didn’t think she’d do that. He waited
for the length of a long heartbeat before he saw the expression on her face
soften.
    “At the end