Chapter 26
Chapter twenty-six
She never had a chance to exhale when the figure was suddenly on her. Strong hands found her waist, lifting her off the floor and snatching her away from the door. The world spun for a moment until the front of her thighs were hitting the desk and her back was pressed against him.
Trapped, she tried to steady her breathing even as her heart slammed in her chest.
The room was so dark all she could make out was the vaguest of shapes. Heat radiated off of him. His hips bumped up against her ass, making her freeze.
“How long are we going to keep pretending?”
His hands found her hips, bracketing each side, holding her securely to him, their jeans rubbing together.
"What do you want me to say?"
"You already know the answer to that." He whispered, his lips dragging along her neck stopping just above her thrashing pulse.
His hands tightened at her waist. One sliding along the waist of her jeans until he was skimming across the metal button.
"Your heart is racing. I can feel it. What are you so afraid of? "
"Losing everything…everyone."
"Do you think I would let that happen?" His voice was deep and resonant in her ear, winding around her body like a silk ribbon.
She felt his fingers move and sucked in a breath as he pulled the zipper down and opened her jeans.
"Shh..." he pressed his lips to the pulse in her neck.
She didn't fight him. Didn't protest. She didn't move as his hand slipped inside her jeans, finding the hem of her panties. For a beat his fingers traced the elastic giving her a small surge of hope that he wouldn't-
Ebony gasped as his hand slipped past the elastic band sliding against the smooth skin until it glided against the trim curls of her sex. Her heart seemed to stop in her chest as his other hand came up and cupped her jaw turning her until his lips were pressed against her ear.
Ebony shuddered as his warm breath fanned softly over her ear. "Open."
Heat spread between her legs at the hard command and she obeyed. Shakily, she stepped farther apart. Without preamble the hand that had been cupping her sank lower until one finger gently speared between her folds.
He made a low, raw noise of satisfaction as his finger glided into her warm center.
Ebony jumped at the invasion and he made a hushing noise in her ear, sending little warm thrills of heat down her spine. His hand was slow and precise. His middle finger, long and thick, working slowly in and out of her while his palm pressed against that hidden button of nerves.
Ebony let out a little whimper that made him groan.
She couldn't keep still. She shifted against him, her ass rubbing against the growing ridge in his pants.
A growing pressure began to pulse between her legs.
She tried and failed not to roll her hips against his hand, desperately needing to ease the ache mounting inside her.
The clawing need he was stoking was driving her into madness.
Suddenly his hand stopped and his teeth nipped at her neck. Ebony let out a small cry. The pain of him stopping combining with the pain of his bite made her want to weep.
"Say my name and when I'm done with you, I'll be licking my fingers clean."
Ebony closed her eyes, to the images his words invoked. She wanted to—God, she wanted to—but the vision of her father’s horrified face and her mother’s constant disappointment haunted her. They tightened around her throat, strangling the words they both wanted to hear.
Realizing she wasn't going to say it, his hand slipped away leaving her empty and cold.
"You and I both know who I am and what this is," he whispered harshly. "But only one of us is the coward and the other is a fool hopelessly in love with the coward."
She didn’t turn when she felt his presence disappear and the sound of the door opening and shutting behind her.