Chapter 11 #3
Maybe if I did, my pulse would return to normal and the ache in my nipples would finally go away.
But I didn’t.
“That’s what my mother used to accuse me of doing.”
“Did she now?” When he slipped his warm palm against my cheek, the tiny moan escaping mortified me.
“Yes, along with telling me I was a bum magnet.”
The heavy weight of his stare lightened, the tiny creases by his eyes softening. “Your mother is very intelligent.” His thumb brushed back and forth across my skin and I could feel my body swaying.
Every word passing through his lips was dripping with innuendoes, something that should alarm me. What was I doing instead? Wrapping my hand around his shirt. Everything about this man was unnerving, but his touch alone did things to me that I couldn’t explain.
As he lowered his head, he did so with hesitation. His hold on my face became more possessive, the tips of his fingers digging into my skin. “You’re making a mistake.” His voice dropped enough to remind me of how dangerous both the man and the situation were.
“I try never to do so. My boss doesn’t like them.”
The corners of his mouth lifted enough my stomach did a few little flipflops.
The moment he slipped his hand behind my neck, his grip became completely possessive. As he’d told me moments before, there was no turning back.
He captured my mouth, holding our lips in place long enough for me to catch my breath. But I had a feeling I wouldn’t be allowed another chance at backing away.
He offered few choices to anyone. When I didn’t pull away, he yanked me onto my toes, sweeping his tongue inside. I had no idea what to expect from him, including his level of passion.
I would think him completely unforgiving in everything he did. When he was controlling in a way that made me feel as if I was being cherished instead of being taken, I was thrown more than anything else he could have done.
My brain was screaming that I needed to put an end to this, to stop the madness before it got out of hand. I found it interesting that my body wasn’t paying any attention. In fact, I was leaning into him, the hunger driving everything else away.
Forget common sense. I had to be out of my mind.
Being swallowed whole by him was the only thought I could concentrate on. I could easily see myself falling hard for the man, which was completely ridiculous. Yet as he rolled his other hand down my back, I was completely aware of how intense the throb in my pussy had grown.
Without warning, the kiss changed. No longer soft and inviting.
The passion we shared was angry, rough, and completely unforgiving, like the man I’d known for months.
The way his lips were crushed against mine was another possessive reminder. The taste of wine was infused with his earlier scotch and the way our tongues danced together easily whetted my appetite.
He pulled me even closer, the crushing weight of his body forcing a moan that he captured easily. While he was stoic in business, he was different now, taking full control, dramatic in a way that boosted the excitement churning through me.
Every inch of his body was rock hard, including his cock, which was pressing between my legs. The entire night faded away, the danger we’d faced a distant memory.
There was only the two of us here and now, a hunger knowing no bounds.
Again the thought of stopping him entered my mind. I had one more chance when he picked me up into his arms, never breaking the brutal crushing of our lips as he did while carrying me down the hallway.
But I didn’t.
Just like before, the dark, intense, and wild yearning that had fueled every fantasy for the last several months came rushing to the surface.
Then we were in my bedroom, the private space I cherished more than anything. This was where I allowed myself to dream, to pretend I was someone else.
This was the only room where I could block out the world.
And strangely, this would now be a place where I could feel safe from the evils of this world.
When he lowered me onto my feet, there was no hypocrisy of pretending to escape or suddenly becoming angry and throwing him out.
We were both adults, two people craving the same thing. Yet even so, when he took a deep breath, I wasn’t certain what to expect. Regret? Changing his mind?
“Remove your robe.”
The three little words were simple and direct. There was no room for question, no desire to disobey him. While my legs were quivering, I slowly untied the sash. My vision was temporarily hazy just from the way he was looking at me.
Feasting on me.
This man’s magnetism went far beyond what I experienced before.
With my fingers shaking, I finished untying the sash. He was my boss, older than me, a harsh man with hidden talents and a walking poster for danger. And I’d never craved anyone the way I did with him.
As the soft silk slipped to the floor, I was torn by his lack of expression.
Until he spoke words that I wouldn’t soon forget.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Just like that, the haze was lifted and there was nothing more I wanted than to be in his arms.