There was a battle within him to which I didn't give a crap's ass about but before I had a chance to force myself out of his tight grasp and crash my lips against his, he was already walking away. He picked up the phone in his office that I hadn't even heard ringing and snapped at the person on the other end.
His intense gaze was glued to mine and I watched as he watched me, his focus on the conversation but his eyes holding me in place... still stuck to the wall of his bathroom and looking, I'm sure, like a complete mess.
A bangable mess.
He slips his hand inside his pants to reposition his hard on and I'm sure my eyes must have showcased how badly I wanted my hands to be his because his eyes darkened considerably.
His gaze snapped to the office door as he slammed the phone down and
