Dammit. I nod, disappointed.
She crooks her finger at me, and I stand, prepared to do whatever she asks. “Thank you for staying with me,” I tell her, “even if it’s only for work purposes.”
She looks at me with her big brown eyes and nods. I can’t stop myself from brushing my lips against hers. She doesn’t kiss me back at first, but then her arms stretch around my neck, and our tongues explore—heating up quickly.
I break the kiss and murmur, “This is probably a bad idea.”
She nods. “Probably, but don’t you at least owe me a goodnight kiss?”
I chuckle. “I suppose it is the least I can do.” I grasp her shoulders, and she looks up into my eyes and sighs.
I lower my head, closing the distance between us again.
“Thank you,” she whispers against my lips.
As my mouth moves softly over hers, she takes a step forward, pressing her body against mine. She moans softly as the hard ridge in my jeans brushes against her thigh. I groan. She’s the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever felt. Our tongues dance for several long moments until I reluctantly draw back.
“I should go to my room,” I whisper.
“But you won't.” She smiles as she leads me down the hall and turns the knob on her bedroom door. Without looking back, she steps inside. She doesn’t bother to turn on the light; enough light filters through the open curtains to illuminate the way to the bed.
She lies back on the bed and pulls me down on top of her. Our lips lock and once again find the perfect rhythm to keep the doubts at bay. She moans her pleasure when I cup her breast through her T-shirt.
My cock is not happy being constrained by my pants, but I want to take this at her pace. I slide my hand beneath the cotton of her shirt and find a nipple pushing hard against the lace of her bra. I play with it.
“Please,” she begs in a throaty whisper.
What a sexy siren. She makes the most delicious, soft, needy noises, and I didn’t realize how much I’d missed them until now.
I trail hot, wet kisses down the side of her throat as my other hand brushes up the inside of her thighs to cup her heated core. Her hips arch into my caresses as I rub her seam through the rough material.
My mouth finds her hard nipple, and I bite at it through her shirt and bra. She cries out in ecstasy.
I find the button of her jeans, and the sound of the zipper is loud in the quiet of our little world. I pull them off and admire her in a sexy T-shirt and lacy panties.
Her panties are wet, and I move them aside, my fingers sliding easily between her folds. I push deep inside of her, pivoting in and out. Her internal muscles tighten.
“Oh God,” she cries as she grips my shoulders.
I want better access. She lifts her hips, and I slip her panties over her legs and drop them to the floor. I lean in and draw a deep breath. She smells like I remember—musk and honey.
I paw at her shirt. She lifts her head to allow me to pull it off, taking her bra with it. She’s naked. Naked in her bed, and she wants me naked with her. She’s tearing at my T-shirt as impatiently as I was. I’m already working on my belt buckle and jeans. She manages to tug my shirt off seconds before I push my jeans to the floor next to hers.
My hands are all over her—skimming her stomach and heating a trail to her firm breasts as I capture her nipple and suckle. She whimpers and moans, rubbing against my hand, and her bliss returns once more.
I spread her legs. This time instead of pushing inside her, my thumb finds the hard nub, and I circle, coming closer and closer, but not actually touching it—until she cries out, “Please…”
I stroke it hard and fast as three of my fingers plunge inside her wetness. She arches up as I bite her nipple. She pushes herself into my hand, her body off the bed and head and feet holding her steady as pleasure overtakes her. Her sounds and heavy breathing only make me harder. Her wetness covers my fingers, and I can’t stop. I’m going to explode at any moment, but I want to see her come again.
She reaches for me. “It’s your turn,” she whispers.
I scramble to my jeans and pull a condom from my wallet. She licks her lips as I roll it on. “Are you okay?” I ask.
She nods and sucks in a deep breath. I line myself up. Pushing in is like putting on a warm glove. She’s so tight. I rock in and out of her as she adjusts to my size. Her nails sink into my back. She’s the perfect lover, an aberration. She holds on, drawing me deeper as she arches her hips up to meet my thrusts.
“So fucking tight,” I groan.
I’m inside of her, pushing deep—hard and fast, pounding mindlessly. It’s what we want, what our bodies desire. She explodes yet again, and this time it’s more intense because of the frantic way I’m moving inside of her. I follow her, and our climax together is complete.
She’s gasping for breath, her body limp and exhausted. I roll to the side, taking the bulk of my weight off of her, but our legs and lower bodies remain intimately locked.
“We do that well,” she breathes.
“I agree.”
My breathing slows, and she caresses my shoulders.
“Thank you,” she murmurs as her eyes close.
Her body is too satiated—after a long day of work and the release of her orgasms, it’s impossible to fight slumber.
We’ll have several
