Chapter 9 #2
So much for control. I clung to the thinnest thread. My eyes on her, I loosened my hand where it had been tangled in her hair and dragged my finger down along her neck, tracing her collarbone and dipping down to circle one of her nipples—it was a tight little bead, begging to be touched.
Her breath hitched and a gasp escaped. My cock, already so hard I might’ve come just standing there, swelled a little more.
I had to taste her. I traced up along the flimsy silk straps of her camisole and pushed them off her shoulders, shoving her camisole down until her breasts plumped over it.
Yet again, I realized proper Zoe had a serious weakness for silk.
Her bra was the sheerest silk imaginable with her dusky pink nipples easily visible.
I dipped my head and circled one and then the other with my tongue.
She tunneled her hands into my hair and murmured my name.
Did I mention I meant to take it slow? My intentions were pathetically weak when it came to Zoe.
The moment she arched into me, I forgot what I meant to do.
Everything blurred into the lust pounding through my body and the feel of her against me.
I drew away and flicked my thumb under the clasp between her breasts. The thin silk gave way and her breasts tumbled out. Tiny freckles were scattered here, there and everywhere on her skin. I wanted to follow where they led me. Palming her breasts, I let my lips meander wherever they wanted to go.
With her camisole shoved down and her skirt riding up as she twined around me, I cupped her bottom and yanked her to me as I drew a nipple in between my teeth again.
The sounds she made drove me fucking wild.
Breathy pants interspersed with husky moans.
None of this was enough. I needed to taste more of her.
Never once breaking my lips free from her skin as I toyed with her nipples, I maneuvered us away from the windows to her desk.
Her hips bumped into it just as I dragged my tongue up along her neck. She gasped.
“Ethan, what… Oh my God. What are we doing? You have to…”
Her words ran out on a moan when I rolled a nipple between my fingers and caught her earlobe between my teeth.
I drew back. Hell, that made it seem like I was being a gentleman. I wasn’t. At all. I needed to see every inch of her more than I needed to breathe. Just as powerful as that was the need to make sure she wanted this as much as me.
She was stunning. With her hair—fuck, her hair alone made me hard—tumbling down in a wild tousle around her shoulders, her skin flushed pink everywhere I could see, her lips swollen and her eyes dark with desire, she nearly brought me to my knees.
“Yes, luv?”
Her eyes slammed into mine. After a beat, she gave her head a little shake.
Meanwhile, I trailed the backs of my fingers over the lush curve of her breast, savoring the hitch in her breath when I brushed over her damp, taut nipple.
I beat back the urge to rush and kept going over the soft curve of her belly.
Her bunched up skirt left her thighs—those glorious thighs—exposed to me.
Her skin was like silk. I eased my hand under her bottom, a bottom she disguised quite well.
Her skirts were so nondescript, you didn’t notice she had a full, lush bottom.
I could sink my hands into it and did just that as I lifted her and slid her onto her desk.
Right about now, I appreciated how tidy she was.
Aside from her computer and phone in one corner and a few papers on a small table beside it, there was nothing else on her desk.
She let out a gasp when I stepped between her thighs and arched into her.
I could feel the wet heat of her through the silk and denim. She’d yet to reply to me.
“Luv, what was it you meant to tell me to do?”
Oh, perfect. Her gorgeous hazel eyes flashed. “We can’t…”
Another low moan from her when I arched into her again.
“We can’t what?”
“This, I told you. You’re my client, and I can’t…” She bit back a moan when I arched into her again. I couldn’t keep this up, or I’d lose what little control I had.
“I’m your client, and I don’t care, so that’s a useless argument. Might I point out that it’s quite obvious you’re enjoying yourself?”
Her eyes flashed again. If she wanted to press the point, she elected against it.
She held my gaze. The moment went from teasing to intense inside of a second.
I could hardly breathe and wanted her so badly, it was a bloody miracle I hadn’t taken things further yet.
I’d lost all sense of time and had no idea how long it had been since I’d walked into her office.
She bit her lip. Oh hell. I was barely hanging on as it was, but she had to go and do that.
She gave her head a shake and shocked me with a half smile.
“I suppose I’d look foolish if I said I wasn’t,” she finally said.
“I just think… Ugh. I don’t do this kind of thing, and I’m not sure it’s a good idea because I know I’m not the kind of woman you’re usually, well, usually interested in.
I already told you I’m a virgin, and I’m pretty sure that’s a deal breaker unless you’ve lost your mind. ”
I could tell she was forcing herself to hold my gaze. Her chin tilted up, and her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. When we weren’t lost in each other, she started thinking. That didn’t seem to be a good thing. I didn’t like the uncertainty flickering in her gaze.
Annoyance flared. It chafed at me that Zoe didn’t have a clue how amazing she was.
Aside from the fact she was flat out gorgeous, she was brilliant to boot.
That she’d try to compare herself to anyone and think she came up short, well, it rankled.
It also chafed because I knew what she was getting at.
I didn’t particularly enjoy the media attention that came with my role, but I generally ignored it.
Otherwise, it’d drive me bats. But I knew my alleged reputation as a player and had never minded it.
I liked women, I liked fun, and I liked it with no strings attached.
Zoe didn’t fit the mold of woman I usually found myself with.
Yet, I wanted her more than anyone and didn’t like to hear her question that.
“I think it’s bloody obvious you are the kind of woman I’m interested in. As for the other, I made it clear that was no deal breaker.”
I meant my last comment to be teasing, but it came out fierce. Zoe’s eyes widened, and her breath drew in sharply. She was quiet, the silence broken only by her shallow breath and the beat of my heart echoing through my body.
“Oh.”
Her word fell into the quiet. Staring back at her, I lifted a hand and sifted it through her hair, my eyes drawn to how bright her hair looked against her bare shoulders where her skin was creamy and white and dotted with tiny freckles. I couldn’t believe what came out of my mouth next.
“Do you want to stop?”
The air felt taut—weighted with desire and need.
Inside my head, I couldn’t believe I’d fucking asked that.
Yet, once I did, I knew I had to. No matter how much I wanted her, and I was about out of my mind with need, I wasn’t an asshole, and I wasn’t going to push her past boundaries she didn’t want to cross.
She stared at me, her eyes searching mine.
After a few beats, she shook her head the tiniest bit, shocking the hell out of me.
For maybe the first time ever, I was at a loss for words. I stared back at her, scrambling to gain a foothold in my mind—bloody hard to do when my cock was rock hard and nestled right against her damp heat.