Chapter Eleven
Zoe
Without warning, he scoops me up into his arms, keeping his lips on mine. I let out a soft squeak of surprise as he carries me toward the door. Wrapped up in his warm arms, I cling to him, though I’m not at all worried he might drop me.
A moment later, we’re in the elevator and when it stops, he carries me into an office. I don’t care where we are, though, and I take his face between my hands and kiss him again as he places me on my feet.
As we pull apart, he studies me with a devilish glint in his eyes. I know exactly what he wants and I want the same thing. I want to lose myself to this moment, to his touch, his embrace. I want to feel him and enjoy our time together. He seems so perfect for me, I wonder how well we’ll get along between the sheets.
But here in his office? The thought brings fresh heat to my cheeks, and I let out a soft moan of pleasure that makes him narrow his eyes as hunger fills his features. Feeling a bit like a mouse hunted by a cat, I back up a few steps, my heart thundering in my chest.
But he closes the gap between us, and I’m reminded how much I want him. With trembling hands, I run my palms up his shirt as he peels away his suit jacket. My fingers fumble with his top button and my knuckles graze the rough stubble under his chin as our gazes lock once more.
I can feel his pulse, smell his earthy cologne, and the heat rolling off him seeps into my skin. As I work on his shirt with clumsy hands, his palms roam down my back, pulling me closer to his hard body. I can feel his arousal growing between us, and my heart beats double time as my throat goes dry with excitement. I never wanted Jake this much, Heck, I’ve never wanted anyone this much.
I finally free the last button on his deep gray shirt and reveal those toned abs and that muscular chest I remember from the ab contest on the cruise. He looks even better up close, somehow. I want to run my tongue along every inch of those powerful muscles and trace the deep vee of his hips down to the bulge ever-growing in the front of his pants.
With a sly grin, I turn him around and shove him back toward the desk. When he’s seated on the nearly-empty metal surface, I climb into his lap. My whole body begs me to grind against him and the slippery-smooth material of my pants leaves me aching for friction.
I feel his hard length under me, nestled in that sweet spot between my hips and I whimper, torn between wanting more and my brain telling me this is too much too soon.
Except it’s not. This feels right. So why can’t I just go with it? That thought seems to give some deep, primal part of me permission and I begin to rub on him, loving the pressure and friction.
Damien moans my name, his hands slipping up under my shirt and skimming up my belly. I pull back, tugging my sweater up over my head to reveal my lacy bra. He lets out a strangled noise as his gaze takes in every inch of my exposed flesh. His powerful hand pulls me in close and he nuzzles his face into my breasts, leaving me desperate for more. With every brush of his rough stubble on my soft skin shockwaves of desire rush through me. I arch back, offering myself up to his lips and mouth.
The dimly lit office feels so close and intimate, even though the space is large. The floor to ceiling windows lend the same twinkling beauty I noticed from the rooftop, and I realize this is perfect. This space is private, cozy, and I’m comfortable here in his arms, no matter what he decides to do next. His deft fingers unclasp my bra, and I feel the crackle of electricity between us and an incredible excitement flooding every nerve ending in my body.
I tug the bra down my arms and drop it on the ground beside the desk, feeling the cooler rush of air teasing my nipples into hard pebbles, desperate to be touched.
He’s throbbing, hard and hungry, and I rub on him, feeling the cold metal of his desk under my knees as I cling to his shoulders and head, feeling at peace with the world, desirable, and hungry for his touch. I want whatever he’s willing to give me and everything he does turns me on even more.
My whole body lights up and pulses with anticipation, loving the way he promises me pleasure and fulfillment. I glance down, seeing his pupils dilated almost to the edges of his irises as his tongue traces a pattern into my skin before he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, then releases it with a measured pop that sends a bolt of desire straight to my core.
“I want you,” he growls.
“I want you,” I respond as the air squeezes from my lungs.
He pulls me in, kissing me deeply. As his tongue explores my mouth and his hands wander down my body, tracing the curves of my hips before sliding lower to cup my ass, I moan into his mouth. He's touching me like he has intimate knowledge of my body, what I like and what I need. And he's right. As his fingertips dig into my flesh, gently spreading me apart, I want him more and more.
I moan into his mouth, reaching between us to free the button on his slacks. I want to see him, feel him, taste him. I can feel the wetness between my legs growing as he grinds against me, his hard cock pressing into that sweet button between my legs and sending lightning bolts of pleasure screaming through my body.
For a moment, I’m torn between wanting him to yank my pants off and plunge into me, or to put his mouth back on me so I can grind on him until the world goes white. I decide to go with the first option; kind of. I back off his lap, pulling out of his grasp and pulling off my boots. Under his watchful eye, I tuck my thumbs into the waistband of my pants. Rocking my hips, I free myself of the material and drop them on the ground. With a mischievous grin, I watch the surge of desire in him as he sees me totally naked before him. I give a little turn, feeling empowered, comfortable, and sexy in my own skin - a first for me. But something about the way he's looking at me makes me feel incredible.
I walk over and work his zipper down before taking the length of him out.
“Oh, shit,” he groans, reaching for my hands.
I lunge forward, taking him deep in my mouth before backing off slowly with a lot of suction, releasing him inch by inch as he squeezes his eyes closed and tilts his face toward the ceiling. A second later, he pops back to the present and stares at me. I press a quick kiss to the tip of him, feeling both playful and powerful, desirable and turned on.
Lowering my head oh-so-slowly, I slip my lips over his head, sucking him in and bobbing my head up and down. It takes him a moment to get the rhythm, but soon he’s thrusting into my mouth, his moans filling the air around us as his fingertips thread through my hair to gently hold the back of my head. I reach down and start rubbing my clit, feeling the slickness of my body and the humming, heated pleasure coursing through me. My own hips buck into my fingertips as I breathe through my nose, loving how he swells in my mouth.
I can’t help but be surprised that I’m perfectly fine with who I am, how I look, and what we’re doing. It’s been a long time since I’ve been intimate with a new partner, and the excitement is fun, not paralyzing. His hungry gaze rakes over my face and locks on my eyes, sending a shiver through my body. I love how he looks at me. It’s like he’s savoring every inch of me, storing the memory of this moment forever.
I feel my body nearing the edge and I feel him pull back. The fact that we’re both on the edge in this moment sings somewhere deep inside me and I release him with a satisfied smile, even as desperation pumps in my veins. He’s so hard and erect when I let him go all I can do is stare. Then he pulls me into his arms, and I mount him.
He groans as I slide myself down on top of him. As I ride him, the sounds of our lovemaking fill the room along with our moans of absolute pleasure. I close my eyes, relishing the feeling of him inside me, the way his fingertips dig into my hips, the way my body stretches around his girth. He’s perfect, like he was built for me, and I love the way he feels.
He cups my face, his thumb brushing my cheek in a gentle caress. His lips find mine and he pulls me close as my hips buck, desperate for the release I’d already denied myself once. I forget everything but the feeling of his skin on mine, the need building in me, the excitement humming in my veins. I forget the world exists... I forget everything but him and how I feel in this moment.
I can feel my breaths coming faster and faster as the pressure builds deep in my belly. I bury my face in his neck as he thrusts harder and deeper, our pace growing frantic as we both race for the finish line. There’s something almost animalistic in our movements. It’s almost painful now, the ache between my legs is so great, and I want to go over the edge and drown in pleasure. We’re both panting as I feel the pressure explode within me. I cry out and he grabs my hips, pulling me down onto him as ripple after ripple of pleasure courses through my belly out to the tips of my fingers and toes.
I open my eyes and look into his beautiful blue eyes filled with lust, longing, and desire. I kiss him and rest my forehead against his, our breathing ragged as he growls, pushing deep within me as heat floods my center. He pushes up hard again, again, again, then relaxes a bit. I cling to him, breathing heavy as we come down from our highs. He’s still hard inside me, and I can’t help but rock my hips forward and back again.
I’ve never felt this way. Felt so wanted. Felt so... important, so warm and safe in someone’s arms. It’s absurd. I’m not feeling all of this so soon. I can’t be. Getting attached seems stupid, like I’m opening myself to be hurt. We did too much, too fast. I can’t believe I slept with him! I must be stupid, a glutton for punishment. This feels too good to be true, and it would be stupid to let myself get tangled up with him, no matter how safe he makes me feel.
He’s kissing my neck, my shoulders, my ear. His mouth is everywhere, his hands roaming my body like he’s already gearing up for round two. He’s claiming me. He’s claiming every inch of my body, every inch of my soul and it feels so good... I’m too close to the edge. He pulls me back again. I feel like protesting, but the sensation is exquisite, and I know I’m a lost cause.
I want him again. Consequences be damned.
I can regret my decisions in the morning.