He overwhelmed her, and she loved it.
His hands moved to her ass and squeezed. Down the back of her thigh one hand trailed, to her knee, where he hooked his fingers and lifted her leg to his hip. The steely bulge in his jeans jammed against her pelvis. He grinded against her, his breathing as ragged as hers, and she met each of his thrusts. He snaked his free hand under her top and splayed his fingers across her back, pinning her closer still, steadying her as his hips flexed into her.
Then he stopped.
In her woodsy fog, she blinked up at him. Dark pools stared back at her, and he rested his forehead rested against hers, panting, “God only knows who might barge in. What would you say to taking this upstairs?”
“Don’t people barge in up there too?” she croaked.
“Not if I lock the door. And throw the deadbolt. And slide the bar into place. And I’m doing all those things if you say yes.”
Did she want to go upstairs and lock herself inside his mini fortress with him, knowing what would follow? Oh hell yes. Because when had she been kissed like he kissed her? Never. Well, maybe the first time he’d kissed her, but that had been days ago, and they’d been interrupted.
Shifting his stance, he slid his hands down her arms and rested them on her waist, holding her as though she were a fragile doll. Again. “Well, surfer girl, what’ll it be? And I’m not asking for your drink order, just so we’re clear.”
He continued holding her lightly with a gentle reverence she didn’t want from him. She longed for him to inflict the storm he’d unleashed moments before on her, to use his masterful self-assurance, and that need emboldened her.
“Just so we’reclear,”she teased, “whatareyou asking for?”
He raised his head and wagged it back and forth, his gaze climbing to the ceiling before coming back to land on hers. “‘Ask’ might be too polite a word, but what Iwantis you naked and squirming under me.”
Oh!His boldness electrified.
Before she could agree that’s what she wanted too, he spun her so she faced the door, her back to his front, the fingers of one hand twisted in her hair so he could hold her head where he wanted it. Dropping his mouth to her neck, he started a slow, sensual climb upward with tongue-filled kisses. Both hands glided under her top and inched up her rib cage. Her breath hitched. His fingers prowled upward, undeterred.
“I want you naked and squirmingon topof me,” his mouth mumbled as it went. Seeking fingers deftly unfastened the front bra clasp and tugged the cups out of his way. “Iwantto hear you yell my name when I make you unravel for the third time.” His fingertips traced the contours of her bare breasts, and her nipples tightened into impossibly hard beads. He rolled them between his fingers and thumbs before palming her breasts. His mouth hovered by her ear now, and he whispered roughly, “Iwantthese in my mouth.”
With a flex of his hips, he pushed his erection against her backside.
Chills charged up and down her spine, spreading to every part of her body. God, she couldn’t breathe!
Leaving his hands right where they were to do what they were doing, he tucked his chin on her shoulder. “That answer your question?”
“Y-yes?”
“You don’t sound too sure, surfer girl. Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want that too.” She barely squeezed the words out of her lungs.
He removed his hands, and she nearly groaned in frustration. Turning the doorknob, he pushed the office door open and motioned for her to go upstairs.
“Will Chance try to bolt?” She glanced at him over her shoulder as she climbed and caught him staring at her butt.
He gave her a sly grin that added moisture to her already damp panties. “Yes, I’m totally checking out your very fine ass. I’m also imagining what it’s going to feel like when I get my hands on it.”
Zings sped through her core. Shemighthave added extra sway to her hips.
“Chance is at Charlie’s tonight,” he added as he reached around her to open the apartment door. No sooner did he open and close it than he had her pinned against it, his hands twining in her hair.
“Can’t seem to get away from doors when it comes to you,” he rumbled low.
She wasn’t complaining. She reveled in his impatience—it gave her some semblance of control, meager as it was.
His mouth descended on hers, and there was nothing tentative or gentle about it. It was a consuming, possessive claim. As he kissed her at a level below frantic, he worked her top off over her head, but it got hung up on her wrist brace. Soon the brace and the bra were gone. She yanked at his shirt hem, and he helped her take it off by grasping the back and wrenching it over his head. Then they were bare chest to bare chest, breathing hard, their skin limned in the golden glow cast by a kitchen pendant and a floor lamp. The frenzy ebbed for a beat. He eyed her breasts appreciatively, his fingers following his gaze, and she returned the admiration, feathering her fingertips over his smooth skin stretched taut over deliciously defined muscle. She placed the pads of her thumbs atop his flat nipples, and he grinned down at her.
“Do I get to do that too?”
She answered him by arching her back off the door. His thumbs toyed with her nipples for mere seconds before he dipped his head and took one in his hot, wet mouth. She let out an errant gasp. As his lips and tongue worshipped her breasts, his busy hands undid her jeans and pushed them and her panties over her hips. The feverish pace had once again taken hold, and his hands were on her bare ass, cupping, weighing, kneading.
