“Cut it off!” she called out, though her knees melted as she studied the way Gunn’s muscles moved across his biceps.
He charged after it and snatched the greenery, then yanked it. In no time, he had it pulled free from the ceiling and torn from the window. Dusting his hands, he turned in her direction, yet the earlier lustful expression remained.
Before he even caught his breath, he closed the distance between them. Her fingers tingled with the urge to run her hands through his hair, to feel his abs and the softness of the hair on his chest. Her head demanded she turn away, run out of the room, do anything but give in to the urges.
Except, with Gunn standing there and one corner of his lips pulled into a smile, temptation teased her. He might as well have placed a chocolate cake under her nose after she hadn’t eaten for a week straight. Nothing would stop her—not now. Not when the man she’d starved for studied her like a sex god.
Focus. Focus. Focus.
But a flare of blurriness washed over her mind, stealing all thoughts but Gunn, ripping away all fear, leaving her drowning in arousal.
“Jump into my arms, baby girl,” he commanded.
No hesitation. This was right, and she’d do anything he asked. She leaped up, and he drew her against him. He winced as if in pain but never released her.
Her legs snapped around his waist, ignoring the pain across her calf from her earlier injury. She coiled her arms around his neck, unable to get close enough.
“Are you in pain?” she asked.
“I’ll survive.” He pressed his mouth to hers, and her world dissolved into a puddle.
“Gunn,” she breathed. Confusion threaded through her and all other thoughts disintegrated. She shouldn’t have been enjoying this, but she couldn’t stop herself, not when he licked her neck, his teeth taking tiny nips. She moaned.
The roughness of his kiss left her wet and pulsing, her pelvis faster against his hardness.
Carrying her to the desk, Gunn brushed everything aside with one hand and laid Cyra onto her back. His tongue teased her mouth, and she parted her lips, sucking on his offering. No doubt had ever crossed her mind that Gunn wouldn’t be stupendous in bed, but experiencing him firsthand catapulted her into a world of euphoria.
He broke their kiss and stared into her eyes. “I want you so bad,” he groaned.
“Yes,” she breathed as he lowered a hand over a breast, squeezing, pinching her pebbled nipple. She throbbed with desperation to have Gunn inside her.
He lifted her shirt to reveal her silky black bra.
She peeled the fabric down and over a breast, offering herself, ready to do this. “Take me.”
He latched on to her nipple, sucking and nibbling.
Writhing beneath him, she arched, an inferno scorching her. She’d gone to second base with her past boyfriends, but none had ever left her buzzing, ready to snap. She’d played with herself, more recently picturing Gunn’s face pressed between her legs, devouring her.
Her mind kept pestering her, telling her to return downstairs, as if she’d forgotten something. And that Gunn wasn’t the guy for her, but she had to be wrong. How could he not be when he stared at her as if he owned her? And she desired a guy who looked at her that way. A man who’d die before leaving her.
With her hands in his hair, she clenched them tighter. “Gunn, be my first. My only.”
His breaths quickened and yet hesitation crowded his eyes.
“I’ve never felt this way,” she continued. “For weeks, I waited for you to make a move. I even fantasized about you when I masturbated.” She reached down and popped open the buttons on her pants. With the back of her knuckles, she stroked his thickness, pressing against his jeans.
“Oh, baby, are you sure you want to do this?”
“Please. Don’t make me beg.” Except she’d do it with no shame. Not when she’d been waiting for Gunn to stare at her with such sexiness. If he didn’t take her soon, she’d implode. This felt right in every way. She’s known him for the past month, dreamed about him, craved him, and there was no way she could pull back now.
He ran a hand across his chin, his palm scraping his short facial growth. “If you were mine, I’d give you anything you asked for.”
She drew in a hitched breath, and her response came out a whisper. “Then make me yours.”
“Hell, Cyra.”
She was crazy about Gunn, from his strength to the way he softened around her, and even to his fingers worming their way up her shirt. She gathered his shirt into her fists and wrenched him forward. Their mouths clashed, and she inhaled his breath, kissed him with the boldness she’d held on to for too long.
Maybe this could work out between them… God… she moaned at his touch, desperate like never before.
His fingers hooked into her pants and underwear, and he wriggled them down her legs. Breaking their bond, he ripped them off her feet, her body jerking from the force.
Fuck.
The coolness of the room brushed against her bare thighs, the earlier cut stinging slightly. Gunn’s gaze dipped as she opened her knees, and she burned with desire. Everything about Gunn excited her, and right then, she craved his approval. Unsure what to expect, she waited, terrified to take another breath.
“Baby girl. You’re killing me with your sexiness.” He kneeled in front of her, as if she were something to be worshipped, his fingers digging into her hips as he hauled her closer. Her butt perched on the edge of the desk for the taking.
He blew a breath against her sex, which throbbed, and she shuddered. His lips pressed to her pussy, and he flicked her clit. She gasped and lost herself, squirming. Nothing had prepared her for this. Gunn’s tongue was a stroking machine, lapping her like ice cream, pulling at her inner folds. Her body floated as she remained at the mercy of
