She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Oh God, Kale.” She began moving, writhing, pressing against him like a wanton woman, her long nails biting into his flesh, leaving their mark as though she were branding him.
The logical side of her warned she was getting in way over her head, but the rest of her didn’t care. The chemistry between them was explosive. She craved him with every fiber of her being.
The warmth of his skin seeped under her flesh as he positioned himself over her. Rational thought packed a bag and headed south for vacation, leaving her libido calling the shots. She moaned louder and moved restlessly below him.
Her responses to his touch seemed to please him. He growled and thumbed her engorged clitoris. “I love it when you move like that.”
She arched her pelvis forward, driving his hand harder against her cleft. “Like this?” she asked, barely able to see straight in her current haze of arousal.
“Yes. Exactly like that.” He rewarded her efforts by pushing a finger deep inside. His fingertip worked around her oversensitive hot button that sent fire pitching through her blood.
Her whole body came unglued and quaked beneath his expert ministrations. “I’m…”
“I know, Erin. I can feel your muscles tightening.” He lowered his voice to a mere whisper. “Close your eyes, babe. Don’t think. Just feel. Open yourself up to me and concentrate only on the sensations,” he commanded in a gentle voice.
She complied. Erin let her lids slip shut, bit down on her bottom lip, and focused on the sparks of pleasure igniting her loins.
Pleasure forked through her as he slipped another finger inside, filling her. He moved his two fingers in and out, changing the tempo and rhythm until he took her as high as the moon and stars. Shivers of warm need tingled through her body as he kept up the gentle assault.
Moaning, she fisted his hair and moved against him. She began trembling and panting as the rippling waves of her orgasm took hold. Her muscles clenched around his fingers as she gave herself over. An onslaught of pleasure made her cry out. Her erotic whimper filled the room as she rode out every delicious, pulsating, clenching fragment of release.
A moment later, as reality inched its way into her thoughts, she opened her eyes and looked at Kale. His warm, intimate smile turned her inside out.
“Hey,” he said softly, brushing her damp hair from her forehead.
“Hey yourself.” She drew a contented breath. “That was amazing.” She blinked, working to refocus her eyes. Lord, that was two for two. The guy had great stats.
As if he read her thoughts, Kale cocked his head and said, “Two orgasms. And before lunch at that.”
She gave a contented sigh. “Must be my lucky day.”
Kale grinned wickedly as he trailed his fingers over her chin. “And to think the day isn’t over yet, Erin.” He sent her a look of intimacy and promise. Erin shivered.
She felt his cock press into her. She slid her hand between their bodies and cupped his arousal. She gave a soft moan of approval and whispered, “And it’s going to be an even luckier night. For both of us.”
Suddenly realizing exactly where she was, she tilted her head and looked past his shoulders into the control booth. Her stomach plummeted. Her mouth went desert dry. She turned back to Kale. The look in his blue eyes told her he’d read her unease and felt the tension rising in her.
“What is it?” Kale asked inching back.
“I don’t know. I just got a strange intuitive feeling that someone was watching us.”
Fuck!
Kale jumped to his feet and hauled Erin up along with him. His gaze darted to the control booth, but with the lights off in that room he couldn’t see inside. As he turned back to Erin, he berated himself for acting like a hormonal teenager.
Nice move, dumbass!
Ravishing her in a viewing room at the center was one hell of a way to prove he cared about her and her career.
He worked to rein in his lust. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to get so carried away.” Christ, he really needed to learn to control his urges. He just couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her. And honestly, he wanted so much more than to give her a quick, hurried orgasm. But the sudden need to hold her, to kiss her, and to possess her overshadowed rational thought.
He shoved his hands into his pockets where they couldn’t get them into any more trouble, and mumbled curses under his breath. “You finish up here.” He jerked his head toward the cage. “I’ll go check it out.”
Erin stole another glance at the booth. Kale followed her gaze. The light in the cage flicked on, allowing them to see inside. Erin let out a relieved breath when she spotted Sam moving around the cage, then mumbled something under her breath that sounded like “Hooker Barbie and pissing contest.”
“Did you just say Hooker Barbie?”
Erin waved a dismissive hand and gave a tight shake of her head. “Never mind. Long story. Let’s just be sure to keep our pleasure games in the bedroom.” Then as an afterthought she leaned into him and added in a soft voice, “Or the elevator.”
With that last thought in mind, Kale turned and made his way into the hall. “I’d better go dig into that paperwork. I don’t want to be buried in research all night.” He turned back to wink at her. “I have much better things to bury myself in.”
Kale stepped into the hall and bumped into Sam coming from the cage. In one hand he held a tray with two cups of coffee, in the other he gripped a manila file.
Sam gestured with a nod toward the lab. “Your coffee is on your desk.”
Concluding that Sam hadn’t witnessed their indiscretions, Kale gave a curt nod. He twisted to leave, but Sam’s words of warning stopped him mid-stride.
“I don’t want to see her get
