“The worst,” he agrees.
“Then why does it sound so good?”
A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face. “Because even though it’s bad, it would be so, so good.”
I practically whimper, my knees feeling wobbly.
Linc runs a finger down my chest, skimming over my breasts to my side, where he runs his hand around to my back, tracing lazy circles as he stares into my face. Watching. Measuring. Then he drops his hand lower, hovering lightly over my hips as he leans into me, pressing himself against me.
I can’t help it. I moan at the hard pressure of his cock straining against my belly. “Linc, what are we doing?”
“I don’t know. I just know I can’t think past the need to taste you right now.”
I melt. My body pliant as he tangles his other hand in my hair and angles my head up toward his. His mouth is only a breath away. We’re sharing the same air.
And I can’t fight it. This is what I’ve wanted for so long. Now that it’s happening there’s no resisting. Even though it will surely end badly.
It doesn’t matter, though. I tip my head up higher, my eyes clear, showing him that I want this too.
I can feel the hesitation. The tension winding him tight as he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, indecision creeping into his eyes.
We stay suspending in the moment for what feels like eternity.
Then he mutters, “Fuck it,” and lowers his lips to mine.
A soft, testing brush. So light it’s like a flutter. Then another, firmer, surer.
My lips part on a sigh, so unbelievably content and so desperately needy at the same time, and he dips in, his tongue barely teasing mine.
Linc pulls back, his eyes searching. Waiting for me to tell him no. But if that’s what he’s waiting for, he’s going to be waiting forever. Because there is no way I’ll tell him to stop.
He seems to see this, because the next thing I know, he’s kissing me with a desperation that matches my own. As if he’s wanted this as long as I have. I don’t know how that’s possible, but that’s how it feels.
“Jules,” he groans against my mouth. “So sweet. Need more of you.”
Yes.
He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, gently at first, then tugging on it with a slow pull that’s echoed in my body all the way down to my pussy. A warm, delicious pull that has me clinging to him.
Never breaking the kiss, he runs the hand that’s digging into my hip down further until his fingers graze the hem of my skirt. My breath catches as he pulls it up, inch by tortuously slow inch. His fingertips graze my thigh as he climbs higher, and electricity rockets through my body as if I’ve been struck by lightning.
I shudder against him, and he holds me closer, wrapping me up in himself. So close I don’t ever want to be anywhere but here.
He leans me back against the conference table, and my fingers dig into the wood for support, afraid I’ll fall over from the dizziness that sweeps over me when he brushes his fingers across the damp lace of my panties.
“Oh god.”
Linc pulls back just enough to study my face, a brow lifted in questions. I nod quickly, urging him to go on.
My teeth clamp down on my lip as he pushes the scrap of fabric aside and runs his fingers through my folds. My whole body quakes.
“Feel good, Jules, baby?” His eyes are soft, watching as he whispers the sweet endearment I tried to ignore earlier.
“So good, Linc.”
Mischief flashes in his eyes, in his quick smirk. “Told you it would be so bad it was good.”
My breath comes in pants as his fingers work higher, teasing my clit, edging me closer to pure bliss.