Chapter 16 #2
But my body detonated anyway. I reached down and raked my fingers through his thick hair to hold him there. I bucked up against him and his name was a burn on my tongue.
We stared each other down.
Tears raced down my temples and I bowed up as the orgasm razed me like a forest fire. My whole body was ash and destruction for that single moment.
Then he was gone.
A second later, I was being pulled up and found myself face to face with wild brown eyes that held determination and the strain of something else. Something I couldn’t—wouldn’t—name.
He tugged me down on his lap and the tip of his latex-covered cock scraped along my swollen slit. Damn, he felt delicious against me. He curled his fingers around the back of my neck and held me up completely straight as he slowly lowered me onto him.
My mouth opened on a soundless cry as he invaded me until there was nothing but our bodies making way for one another. Me, opened wide, and him swallowed whole in one greedy thrust.
I held onto his shoulders, my nails biting into flesh as I rocked against him. The friction and overwhelming fullness and my sensitivity from my first orgasm fuzzed my brain.
He nipped my bottom lip and I tasted myself. I leaned in for more and our tastes mingled until heat and cinnamon dominated as he sucked on my tongue.
His hips lifted to match every one of my fluid rocking motions. The chair wasn’t really built for this kind of action and groaned in reaction.
But we didn’t care. There was only now.
Only the chase of pleasure.
I wrapped my arm around his neck and threw my head back. His mouth found my breast and drew sharply on the one that was bared and then the other through the cotton and lace. And he never let up on me. Driving into me over and over until there was no way to tell where he started and I stopped.
He flipped my dress out of the way so he could get his hands on my ass, nudging my panties aside so he could slide his fingers along my cleft from the back.
There was nowhere to hide. Both of us were still half clothed, and still, he wanted to touch and invade all of me.
He used one hand on the arm of the chair to give himself more leverage as he thrust into me until my teeth rattled. My name was a groan as he buried his face in my neck and his teeth seared into my shoulder.
He was close.
I knew he was holding on for me.
I rolled my hips and bore down on him and conceded to the battlefield of our first time together.
Probably only time.
“Preston.”
He lifted his head and cupped my face, locking his eyes on mine as I shook around him. My release was a tremor, then a storm as I had no recourse but to hold on to him.
He waited for me.
Surged into me even as I clamped down on him and everything tightened, then softened like water. I took everything he offered. Even with the protection between us, I knew all the energy he had inside of him for this moment was mine.
The sun-bright shimmer of pleasure flowed from him into me and his name tumbled out of my lips again and again.
He covered my mouth with his and swallowed my cries and the chain reaction of his orgasm triggered another for me, even more incredible than the first.
I collapsed on him, my cheek falling to his shoulder as my bones went from solid to liquid gold.
“Holy shit.”
I laughed as I tried to make my fingers work, but they just fell against the chair like a fish flopping out of water.
He wound his arms around my waist and settled me against him. “I didn’t intend to do that here.”
I nipped his shoulder. He was still semi-hard inside me and I wasn’t in a huge hurry to have him leave. “Rule-breaker. Are you freaking out already?” I sighed.
“It’s not that. We were a foregone conclusion—you know that as much as I do. I just mean I wanted you on a bed the first time. Or at least near a bed.” He trailed little circles along the base of my spine. “I may not have made it to my bedroom with you. Or any bedroom.”
I snorted. “We almost fucked in your car just last night.”
“I know. I’m not sure what you do to me.”
“You’re not blaming the sex hex again.”
“No. This is all us.” He dragged his thumb down my lip to my chin. “It’s always been all about us. I’m not sure why, but I don’t want to let it go.”
I stiffened.
“Don’t.” He cupped my cheeks with both hands. “Don’t do that.”
“You can talk. Who was cold as ice this morning?”
He looked away and let out a breath. “I had a difficult conversation with a client that set my day off on the wrong foot. I regret it if I seemed cold.” He gave me that cool-eyed expression he’d perfected. “Although you did secrete my coffee, Miss Moon. Perhaps I should…reprimand you.”
The rattle of the doorknob and an older version of PMS’s voice came from the other side. “Open this door immediately.”
“Oh, shit.” I scrambled off him and hissed as he slipped out of me. He still hadn’t fully softened yet even after all we’d done to one another.
Probably because he was halfway to wanting me again with all his reprimanding talk. I suppressed a shiver.
He swore then looked down at himself. The condom was mangled from my quick dismount. We both looked around desperately for a way to clean up, but there was nothing but files and white banker boxes in this room.
I spotted a tissue box and ran over to get it, then threw it at him. I jostled my underwear and underwire bra into place before quickly buttoning my dress. Dammit, I was missing a button.
“Who is in there? Preston?”
“Jesus,” he muttered as he tried to tidy up and get his boxers and pants back into position.
I found his shirt and tossed it at him.
The door rattled again.
Preston bunched his fists at his sides before he picked up his tie and shoved it in his pocket. As he looked around helplessly, I crossed to him and grabbed his hand, jerking him forward to the door.
“Just go,” I mouthed at him, flattening myself against the wall behind the door.
“I’ll be back,” he mouthed to me.
I shook my head. I couldn’t think about what would come next. If I started analyzing what happened, I’d be fucked.
And I already had been spectacularly.
He gave me a hot, annoyed look. “Just a moment,” he called out.
I waved him away and he managed to slip out without showing the detonation of the room—and me. I sagged against the wall. Goddess, what a clusterfuck.
Then I put the room back to rights.
When I finally girded my loins enough to peek out into the office, I was relieved to see the main waiting room was empty. Preston’s door was open, but he didn’t seem to be in his office.
I ran for my desk, grabbed my purse, and made a quick delivery. Then I flew toward the elevators like the coward I was.
As the numbers descended downward over the doors, I smiled. At least PMS was guaranteed to have a good afternoon now.