“We were just coworkers,” she whispered as his other arm slipped around her waist. “Just friends.”
“Not anymore,” he answered before thrusting his tongue into her mouth and dragging her into the swirl of emotions that had started to churn in the pit of her stomach.
This kiss felt different from the others. His voice was different, the feel of his hands on her was...different. She laced her arms around his neck, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. He was holding her so tightly, and she was leaning into every part of his embrace. Her legs would most assuredly give out if she didn’t lean on him, but she’d never leaned on anyone before. She’d decided not to give that part of herself again.
Before that thought could take hold, he was easing his mouth away from hers, moving until he had her scooped up in his arms. She almost protested, almost told him he was being unnecessarily silly. But she remained silent, and he calmly walked her over to the couch and gently put her down like she was the most precious thing in the world. She knew they were entering new territory.
“I’m gonna take your clothes off, slowly,” he said staring down at her.
She didn’t know how to respond to that, and as it turned out, no response was necessary. He sat on the edge of the couch beside her, his fingers going to the buttons of the pale pink blouse she wore. Easing up from the couch so he could completely remove it seemed more sensual than anything she’d ever experienced before. It was the touch of his fingers on her skin—light, there and then gone, purposeful, not intentionally sexy but still erotic as hell. The rest of her clothes went in the same fashion as he moved methodically but not rushed, until she was lying naked on the couch, every part of her body—and she feared a part of her soul—open for his perusal.
She watched him undress in the same way, with gradual and deliberate movements he had to know were torturing her at this very moment. “What are you doing?” He was naked now and had taken a condom from his wallet and set it on the back of the couch.
“Adoring you.” She wasn’t expecting that reply nor the punch of something much more powerful than lust.
The kisses came next and not just the fevered and sensual ones to her lips that she’d come to enjoy. No, his mouth was apparently on the same mission that he was, moving with unimaginable tenderness over every part of her body. Down the line of her neck to her shoulders, over her breasts where his breath whispered above each puckered nipple. Down, down, until she was breathless with arousal as his tongue moved masterfully over her tender flesh, dipping inside her just as her release exploded from her.
Then he was over her, no words, no preamble, just the motion of his very toned body, his actions paused for the seconds it took him to tear into that condom package and smooth that latex over his thick length.
“In me. Now.” Her lips trembled as she spoke. “Now. Please.”
He obliged, lifting her legs and propping them onto his shoulders before angling his dick and driving into her with one smooth stroke.
She took his breath away.
Everything about her, from the way she looked chewing her food at dinner tonight to the pensive gaze she’d had when she questioned him about his intentions toward the media and finally to that look of pure delight that washed over her face, flooding her cheeks with color the second he pushed into her.
Now her eyes fluttered, naturally long lashes fanning out with each blink. The amber color of her eyes went darker with every stroke in and out of her. She was so responsive, her muscles tightening around his dick, pulling him in deeper and holding him there. Tongue snaking out the swipe over her lips before that sexy little whimper escaped from her throat.
He’d been right about what he’d said a little while ago. There weren’t just friends or coworkers anymore. That ship had sailed, leaving behind this delicious connection that was draining him of every ounce of his resolve.
“I won’t stop wanting you tomorrow.” The words tumbled free even as he turned his face to kiss her ankle, circled his hips and pumped deep into her again. “Or the next day or, dammit, even the next.” It was the simple truth.
Coming here to this resort in search of the woman who’d intrigued him from the first moment she’d responded to his email had been the beginning of the end.
“I know.” Her hands were moving over her breasts, gripping them, squeezing until her taut nipples poked between her fingers. “I won’t stop, either.”
He didn’t want any of this to stop and so he kept moving, continued with the circular movement of his hips and buried himself and his emotions even further into her. His hands tightened on her ankles as he spread her legs apart. In and out of her, that’s all he could think about. The warmth, the wetness, the weightless feeling of falling. He accepted it all, holding onto it for dear life because for the first time in a really long time, that’s exactly what it felt like. After all this time, he was living when he was with her, alive, breathing, feeling, and only with her.
She came again with a gasp before arching up off the couch, arms falling to her sides. It was a surreal sight to see pleasure take over her body so completely and to know that pleasure was wrapped up in him in what they’d shared not only this weekend
