That’s the single thought blaring in my mind: she can’t leave. Skye looks up at me, startled, and she’s so godsdamned beautiful, I can’t resist her anymore.
I kiss her roughly, part her lush lips, and catch her surprised gasp. Our tongues touch, and she returns my kiss, stealing my sanity. I nudge her back against the desk then lift her so she’s sitting on my notepads. She puts her legs around my waist and pulls me closer until my already half-hard cock rubs against her core. I’m fully dressed, and she’s wearing her pajamas, but her heat radiates through the fabric, and it’s incredible.
Skye moans into my mouth and lies on the desk, tugging me down with her. She slips her hands beneath my t-shirt and runs her nails down my abs. My muscles contract under her touch. My whole body is tense and primed for this as though I’ve waited for it since the moment I first saw her.
The day I watched her come apart under Ty’s and Jack’s care is etched into my memory, and I want to be the one to bring that expression of bliss to her face. So I kiss her again, suck on her lower lip, and bring my palms to her full breasts. The flannel of her PJs is soft, but I want to touch her skin. I push her top up, and she lifts her head to allow me to whip it off. I pause, staring. She’s not wearing a bra. Of course she isn’t. She’s laid out on my desk, bared for me, so I obey the only thought that remains in my mind: make her scream in pleasure.
I lower my mouth to her neck then kiss my way lower. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps, and I lick the valley between her breasts, drunk on her scent.
I could do this forever.
There’s no time for that now. Skye shoves at my t-shirt, and I help her out by taking a fistful of fabric on my back and pulling the thing off in one tug. Her eyes go wide at the sight of me, then she lowers her eyelashes, heat flashing in her gaze. Her fingernails draw a path from my collarbone to my nipple, down to my navel. At the waistband of my jeans, she stops.
“Open it,” I command.
She undoes my belt buckle and my fly, and I groan in agony the moment her fingers wrap around my cock through my boxer briefs. She puts on exactly the right amount of pressure to drive me mad. I let her stroke me a couple of times and watch her reaction to how thick my cock grows under her attention. Then I focus back on her. With one tug, I rip her pajama pants off, andholy fuck, she’s completely naked underneath me. I stop to stare, and she bites her lip as though unsure. I take her chin in my fingers and swipe my thumb across that pink, plump bottom lip.
“You’re gorgeous,” I mutter against her neck, then bite down hard enough to make her moan. “So fucking incredible.”
I take her hands and place them at the edges of the desk. She looks up at me with those bottomless dark eyes, and my gut twists with the knowledge that she trusts me completely. It’s such a gift, and I want to repay her for it by taking her apart.
“Hold on here,” I tell her. “Don’t let go.”
She obeys me instantly. I need her to—if she puts her hands on me again, I won’t last. I kiss and lick my way down her body, lavishing attention on her taut nipples, her soft stomach, right down to the apex of her thighs and the soft curls that hide her center. She opens her legs for me at my slightest touch, and I follow the cues she gives me: I listen to every gasp, every stifled moan. I sink into my desk chair and lean in to run my tongue up her core, then circle her clit with the tip. Her hips arch off the desk, and her hand comes to rest on top of my head.
I stop immediately. “Nuh-uh,” I chide. “Hands off.”
She curses but follows my instruction, and I reward her with another long lick. When I realize she loves to have her clit teased, I keep my attention on it, then slowly slide one finger inside her heat. She’s wet for me, hot and tight, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to rise and fuck her right there on my desk.
She rocks against me, telling me how she likes to be touched, and her whispered words are such a turn-on, my cock throbs painfully in my pants. She draws in a sharp inhale as I suck on her clit, and her legs tremble. She strains up to get closer.
I push another finger inside her, pumping faster, until she clenches around me and comes with my name on her lips. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she pulls on it, keeping me right where she wants me.
When she stops trembling, she lifts onto her elbows and stares down at me. I wipe my palm across my mouth, then lean in to kiss her. I’m so fucking turned on, I’m afraid I’ll hurt her: I’m stronger than her, and all I want to do is fuck her until she screams. I grip her waist and drag her into my lap.
“I can’t go easy on you,” I mutter in between kisses. “I don’t want—”
She shuts me up with a carnal kiss and pushes me back in my chair. “Your pants.”
I understand the command and tug off both my jeans and underwear, and she straddles my lap, lining herself up. Then she presses herself close to my chest and brings her lips to my ear.
“I don’t like easy sex,” she whispers. “And I won’t break.”
Her words send a shiver down my spine. My hands seem rough and large on her soft skin, but Skye moans as I palm her ass to guide her over my cock. She sinks lower, taking the head, and it’s fuckingheaven, hot and slick, made for me.
I shout her name and pull her down my length, unable to wait any longer. Her back arches, and she grinds her hips over mine, her mouth open on a silent gasp. We rock against each other, sweat pouring off us, and her fingernails dig into the skin on my shoulders hard enough to hurt—leaving scars I’ll wear with pride.
I bury my face in Skye’s neck and wrap my arms around her, pumping my hips up. She’s wild in my embrace, riding me in long, punishing strokes, until I touch her clit again, and her rhythm stutters. I kiss her and suck on her tongue, then bring her hips down to impale her fully on my cock.
Skye screams, and the tight grip of her on my dick pushes me over the edge. Blinding pleasure slams into me, bowing my spine. We cling to each other as we draw out our climaxes with slowing movements. She’s killed me. I’m never leaving this chair—or Skye.
My breath shudders out of me, and she shivers in my arms. We’re both naked in the middle of the night, and though the room isn’t cold, Skye’s skin isn’t made to withstand Alaska without protection. I take my t-shirt and drag it over her head, and she curls up in my lap, then places her head over my heart. Within moments, her eyelids flutter down, and her breathing deepens.
How—? What am I supposed to do? Skye is falling asleep in my arms, and all I can think about is that I can’t let her fall for me. This wasn’t supposed to happen, and she’ll only get hurt by it. But she feels so right.
I don’t have the heart to wake her. There will be enough time to explain everything tomorrow, so I gently lift her in my arms and carry her out of the office. I could take her back to Jack’s room, where I know he and Ty would make sure she’s safe. She smells a little like both of them, as though her scent has permanently mingled with theirs.
But I’m a selfish bastard, and I want her beside me for a while longer. I want to know what it feels like to wake up next to her and have her face be the first thing I see in the morning. Just for today.
