Chapter 35
Cole
My desk was obscenely big – not as big as a bed, but close enough.Ihadn't picked it. That was Grampkin's doing. And yet, I was almost grateful to the guy as I watched the girl of my dreams mount the desk and begin prowling toward me across the wide, glossy surface.
A bigger desk meant more time to look. And boy, was I looking. Her sweater had fallen open – and yeah, her blouse too – giving me a sweet view of the lacy pink thing that might be called a bra.
The bra was practically transparent, just like her thin white blouse. Her breasts were full and round, and her nipples were pink and hard – so hard I fought a nearly uncontrollable urge to reach out and touch one, to stroke it and roll it between my fingers to learn exactly what she liked.
But I didn't.Not yet.
Instead, I leaned back in my chair and drank in the sight of her as she prowled closer.
I was a patient guy, and she was worth waiting for. Hell, I'd been waiting for weeks already – months if I counted back to the time I'd first looked into her enchanting eyes.So hey, what was a few more moments, right?
Plus, I was enjoying the show far too much to interfere. Her skin was flushed, and her eyes were bright with excitement by the time she reached the end. When I crooked a finger and beckoned her closer, she lowered herself onto my lap, facing sideways with her legs dangling over the side of my chair and her shoulder nestled against my chest.
Her ear was maybe an inch from my mouth, and I leaned forward to nibble at her lobe. Into her ear, I teased, "Nice job."
She turned to look, and her mouth opened as if she were about to deliver one hell of a snappy comeback. But none came, and soon, nonecouldcome because I'd already sealed her lips with mine, kissing her with all of the pent-up passion I'd been storing since early this morning when I'd found her unexpectedly on my doorstep.
And now, here she was, in the hands of someone she'd been calling a monster for who-knows-how-long.
We were still kissing when my hand drifted to the inside of her thigh. I gave it a gentle stroke and then another. Her skin was bare, and she shivered in my arms. It was a nice warm shiver that made a mockery of her claim that it was cold in here.
It wasn't.
Andshewasn't either.
When my hand slid higher, her hips rose, and her ass ground against my lap in a silent plea for more than what I was giving. And then, when I refused to speed things up, she pulled back to say in a breathless sort of way, "You're just teasing me."
"I know." I grinned. "And you like it."
She didn't deny the truth of my statement. But shedidshimmy on my lap, making my erection surge against her skirt as she gave me some teasing of her own.
But not for long.
I slid my hand upward, letting my fingers graze the crotch of her panties. I couldn’t see the panties, but I couldfeelthem. They felt thin and lacy, much like her bra. The fabric was warm and slick with the proof of her excitement.
Oh, yeah. She was ready.
If I were a different kind of guy, I'd be taking her here and now – in the chair, on the desk, or hell, even on the floor.
But that wasn't me.And I wasn't referring to the location.
Me, I liked to take my time, and she had been eying my fingers with more than casual interest. I knew exactly what she wanted, and I didn't intend to disappoint.
Slowly, I nudged aside the fabric of her panties and glided a single finger over her slick opening, and then higher, finding that little nub of hers and giving it a nice, smooth stroke and then another. When she gave a soft moan, I felt my erection surge yet again.
But I refused to be sidetracked.
As I continued to stroke her, I confessed into her ear, "I've been envisioning this this for a while."
Her breath quickened. "You have?"
"Oh, yeah." I smiled. "Sometimes, you're wearing the little elf dress."
With something between a laugh and moan, she said, "Liar."
