Solana shrugged as she leaned back on his desk. Jack couldn't resist admiring the view. Despite its dreadful colour, her fitted shirt outlined her small breasts and created a flattering figure. A straight black skirt and flat functional shoes should have turned him off, but she was so effortless, so confident, so unconcerned he found himself captivated. There was no artifice here, no attempts at flaunting or parading parts of herself to ensnare him. It was refreshing.

He nudged forward. "Don't tell me you're a prude." Flames flared in Solana's green eyes, igniting a warm sensation in his chest. Perhaps she liked dirty talk. Jack decided to test his theory and inched closer. "I like sex. I'm not afraid to admit it."

Solana's chest rose and fell in a quick motion. Good start. Where to go next?

"There's nothing like the feel of a woman." A feather light touch on the back of her hand sent tingles up his arm. "Soft skin against mine." His fingers continued their travels, over her wrist, up her arm. Solana's gaze flew across the room, but she didn't move away. Having her so close was tantalizing. "The sweet scent of her." With the ease of a lazy cat, he dipped down, inhaled the delicate fragrance of her hair. Orange blossom shampoo maybe. Maybe something organic. Oh, Solana, you have a weakness for flowers. He filed that fact away for future use.

Solana shifted, her face hovering before his chest. He wasn't sure, but he thought she took a deep breath, inhaling him. The idea of her covered in his scent caused his pulse to quicken.

A small whimper escaped her lips. Little Jack liked the murmur. "The pleasure of the little sounds she makes." Jack ran his hand around her waist, enjoying the warmth of her body a hair's width away from him. The furnace inside of him turned on. "Mmmm."

This slow dance was enticing. If she were any other woman, he'd have her laid out on his desk by now, be inside her. He couldn't quite explain it, but taking his time with Solana fascinated him. Maybe it was the cat-and-mouse game they had going on. Since their kiss on the plane, he'd wanted her. No, before that, if he was truthful. He'd waited too long for her. Yet, here she was, practically offering herself to him. Not running away. But not giving in to him, either. She was like a math riddle, and he wanted to take her apart number by number, reveal the mystery of her.

She arched her back; her face angling to meet his, their eyes locking. "Is that all?" Her low tone, laced with desire, sent a fissure of excitement up his spine. She wanted him to take her, practically daring him. Something inside warned him not to rush this, not meet her expectations. Exceed them.

"No, sweetheart." He anticipated her backlash to the name she despised, daring her to rebuff him. React she did, but not with loathing. Lust crackled in the tiny space separating them as she inched her luscious lips closer. So close he could feel the warmth of her breath against his skin. They breathed together, in and out. He inhaled her exhales, she sucked in his.

"Yes."

Jack didn't know if the affirmation was a plea for him to continue or permission to touch her.

"There's much more. Like the taste of her." With the barest of motions, his mouth brushed against hers, sampling her, hovering over her. Contact pierced the invisible wall between them and she pressed her body against his, moulding to him. Hot fingers ran along his chest, dug into his lapels, and yanked him closer as she attacked his mouth. The fire inside him flamed to life, an electric current jumpstarting his heart.

Kiss. Buzz. Sensation.

The phenomenon he'd experienced the first time she'd kissed him on the plane returned. Tenfold. This was more than foreplay to the main event. This was something he didn't understand. This was ... new. Giving into the kiss was as easy as stepping into a warm bath, but soon transformed into a torrent. He matched her fever and released the pent-up demand to touch her. Hands, palms, fingers, knee between her legs, lips, lips, lips.

When his lungs couldn't take it anymore, he tore his lips from hers and pressed his forehead against hers, sucking in oxygen tinged with orange blossom. His skin still tingled, a current surging through him at the contact with her. The sensation overwhelming, not quite like kissing her and nothing like the high he got off releasing into a woman but just as addictive. To touch, to feel, he wanted more. Tasting her sweet skin, he planted feather light kisses against her cheek. Her fingers curled into his shirt and a buzz swam into his chest.

More kisses along her jawline. Buzz. Buzz. His heart banged against its cage. Bang. Bang.

His hand found her opposite cheek. As he peppered kisses down her neck, she tilted her head to give him better access. With each connection to her skin, the electricity snapped across his cells. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Bang. Bang. Bang.

He sucked the hollow of her neck, feeling the gasp in her throat against his lips as he heard the sound in his ear. The current sizzled and Little Jack throbbed, pleased he'd pleased her.

The tension on his shirt released and his heart clenched as she let go of him. No, don't go, he wanted to scream. Before he had a chance, her fingernails scraped against his stomach, forcing their way into the waist of his pants. They tore at his shirt, searching and searching, until they made contact with his abs. Palms scalded his skins as she moved to his back, tugging him closer. He happily granted her request.

A burning need to touch all of her took over and Jack's free hand traced the line of her spine, landed on the small of her back, settling there like the small dent was meant for his touch. Solana shivered in his arms and drew herself closer to him. With regret, his hand left the small of her back, in search of other treasures. The curve of her bottom didn't disappoint, the line of her thigh caused a high only overshadowed by the soft skin of her bare leg.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

The need to taste her lips again, to regain the sensation from earlier, drove them into another kiss. One at the same time hotter, yet slower, deeper. Solana invaded every cell, overpowering any sense of the outside world. Jack wanted to get lost in her.

He swallowed her corresponding moan as he traced the tender skin of the inside of her thigh. His heart slammed against his ribs.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Each moan, each flutter, each response made him want to please her more and more. He wanted more. He wanted everything.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Jack. Open up."

The warmth and softness he'd been drowning in vanished. Solana released her grip on him, her hands then body retracting, cutting him off. The buzz faded. The banging remained.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Get out here, Keaton's on the phone." Muscle memory clicked into place and Jack recognized Wolf's voice, his familiar impatient knock. He tried to drown it out with contact with Solana again, but she backed away, her head bowed to the floor. A cold burn remained where her fingers and frame had been crushed against his.

Jack blinked, trying to make sense of the situation. He was in his office; the party was over. He'd been kissing Solana and now she wouldn't look at him, hiding the fire he knew would be in those hazel eyes of hers.

She straightened her skirt and pushed herself away from the desk. For a brief moment, her face turned to his. A look he didn't recognize plastered across it. Is that fear? The thought befuddled his already muddled mind, while his body still reacted to her touch. Why would she be scared of him?

A different buzz invaded Jack, drowning out any sound. Dread spiking in his gut. Did she not want to be kissed?

No, he was positive she had pulled him to her. She kissed him first. Yes, from the moment he'd seen her in his office, desire had taken over, but he was positive she made the first move. Just like on the plane. She had been in total control of him from the moment she'd entered the room.

Bang.

The slamming of his office door brought Jack back to the present. He spun around to find an empty room. What the hell just happened?

Worth the wait?

Too much?