His finery to my muslin.
His muscles to my softness.
His former resolution obliterating mine.
I hooked my knee higher on his hip, bringing the other one up to hold on for good measure. My fingers fumbled for his red tie and the buttons on his vest, but I couldn’t seem to get anything to work.
Finally, he leaned back and took care of both.
I couldn’t stop staring as his impressive shoulders seemed even larger as he dropped his tie into my chair and stripped off his vest.
My inertia dissolved at the first glimpse of his throat, then a sliver of toned belly as he jerked the tails of his shirt out of his pants. I tunneled my fingers under the fabric, my nails scraping his skin on the way up until I found his nipple.
He hissed and jerked at the tiny buttons on the front of my dress. “You have the most magnificent breasts on this planet.”
I laughed. “Let’s not go that far, pal.”
He pushed the material aside and cupped one with his long fingers, his thumb brushing over the tip that was trying to tear its way out of my lacy demi-cup. And those deliciously long fingers didn’t waste any time. He tugged down the half cup and then covered my nipple with his mouth.
I arched back and wished to hell this room was soundproofed. I’d been so damn wound up for so long that I didn’t know if I could keep quiet.
He sucked strongly on my nipple, letting it pop free only to blow on it and flick his tongue along the aching tip. He smiled at me, but it wasn’t a reassuring smile.
It was…wolfish.
I was prey.
And I wasn’t quite sure I was ready for any of this.
The urge to push him away and escape overwhelmed the pleasure for a moment. There was no going back after this.
No way that I could say it was just a fluke between us.
But maybe if we got this out of the way here, I could end the week and put all of this behind me. Put him behind me.
Because while it felt amazing right now, we didn’t fit. He’d probably go back to treating me like his pesky assistant as soon as the sweat dried.
Too bad I didn’t care.
His mouth raced over my skin as he peeled my dress apart. His nose pushed aside my amethyst crystal until the chain looped over my other breast. His teeth scraped down my belly to the elastic at the top of my panties.
He pulled it away and let it snap back, making me gasp from the quick bite of pain as he straightened.
I was literally splayed out over his files, my dress completely unbuttoned at this point. He undid his shirt and hauled it off, sending it flying.
Mercy. I dragged in a breath as I took him in.
I’d had my hands on him, but always over clothes. I’d never seen what was hiding under those proper suits and dress shirts. He was smooth save for a light bit of fur over his pecs and a line of hair above his belt.
He was endless golden skin with the kind of lean muscles that came from running or one of those home gym kinds of things. Honed from years of discipline. Because this man was nothing if not disciplined in every aspect of his life.
From his work ethic, to his responsibilities, I was pretty sure he’d never taken a lazy day on the couch to watch trash television and eat a pint of ice cream.
He stepped closer to me and pulled up my foot to rest on his chest as he lightly trailed his fingertips over my ankle bracelet. “Where did you go?”
I shook my head. “I was just thinking your responsible side is going to freak out right after we’re done here.”
“This is only the start, Miss Moon.” He used his foot to drag the chair up behind him as he sat down. He drew my ankle higher to his shoulder. “I love how tall you are.” He kissed his way down my inner thigh, opening me as he got closer. “How you smell.”