Unworthy Heart: The Donnellys, Book 1 Read Online Free PDF Page B

inch of her skin smoldered, lighting up like a Roman candle on the Fourth of July. Only their shoulders touched, and she had to force back the urge to turn her head and press her lips to his neck. They were in the office for crying out loud! She needed to get her hormones under control, and damn fast. There was a lot of work to do—throwing him onto the conference room table and screwing his brains out was not on the agenda.
    After grabbing her coffee, she did her best to compose herself. She entered the conference room in time to see Ryan scrub his hands over his face and then run his fingers through his hair. She paused, taking in his appearance. With his hair mussed, he still looked hot, but with a shot of cute added in. Damn. “Find it yet?”
    “Not yet.”
    She gave his shoulder a quick squeeze when she passed behind him and then took her seat. “Don’t worry, we will.”
    “Maybe it’s in one of the many change requests we received via email from them.” He leaned back in his chair and stretched.
    Giving in to the urge, she glanced at his stomach where his shirt was pulled tight and then her gaze traveled to his groin. Jesus, he had a nice body. She cleared her throat. “Good point. I’ll start searching my email files.”
    After an hour or more of searching, they located what they were looking for.
    He sighed. “Damn, that’s a big miss. Not good.”
    “Yep. Now comes the analysis and figuring out how we fucked up.” Maiya pulled the pencil from her hair and shook out the long length with both hands. “I hate this part. It always makes my brain hurt, you know?”
    “Sure as hell do. You want more coffee?”
    “Yeah, that’d be great.” She ran her fingers under her eyes and then covered her mouth with the back of her hand as a yawn escaped.
    “Tired?”
    She batted her lashes at him. “Yes, of course. I was up a little late last night.”
    He gave her a crooked grin and stood. “Me too.”
    When he left the room, Maiya leaned forward, rested her elbow on the table—chin in her palm, and focused on the data. She wasn’t reading anything on the screen though. Instead, she was absorbed in the memory of the small kiss he’d given her before he left last night. What would a real kiss be like? Better yet, what would he be like in bed?
    Lots of men were a disappointment on the mattress. All talk and no action. Ryan might be no different. It would suck though, risking her job to have a night between the sheets with him, only to have him bomb in bed. Maiya glanced at the clock on the wall and then forced her focus back to the computer. If she didn’t get this done soon, she might not be able to keep it together.
    Ryan placed a fresh cup of coffee next to her on the table. “Any luck?”
    Maiya reached for the cup and their fingers touched. Snap! She yanked her hand away, curling her fingers into her other palm. “Ouch!”
    He grabbed her hand. “Shit. Are you okay?”
    “Yeah. That freaking hurt, though.”
    “I’m sorry. Damn static electricity. Happens to me all the time here.” Pulling her hand to his lips, he kissed the tip of her fingers.
    She froze, and their eyes met. Oh, shit.
    He brushed his lips over her fingertips again. Maiya sucked in a hissing breath and a whole different jolt of electricity shot up her arm and through her body. Ryan sucked her finger between his tempting lips.
    The warm, wet haven of his mouth caused a ravenous hunger to form in her belly and her nipples tightened beneath her bra to hard points sharp enough to cut glass. “Wow.” She exhaled.
    He guided her up from her seat to stand in front of him. Removing her fingers from his mouth, he opened her hand and pressed his lips to her palm.
    Someone moaned. And she realized it was her.
    His blue-gray eyes widened for a moment in response before he closed them and moved to the skin of her wrist, kissing and nipping a spot, which had suddenly become an erogenous zone.
    Tidal waves of arousal pumped through her veins