I was in aflame inside and out with need burning through me. All I knew was I needed release, and I needed it now. I shook my head, a gasp escaping when he pressed his knee against me.
His lips were on me again, and he flicked the clasp between my breasts. They tumbled free, aching for more. He didn't hesitate to give it, torturing each nipple, dusting kisses and circling his tongue around them. The contrast of the cool air to the wet heat of his attentions made me wild. His teeth closed down softly over one, and I cried out. He slid hand down my thigh and pushed my skirt up. I was near frantic, rolling my hips against his thigh.
He eased the pressure of his thigh away, and I cried out. I was dancing so close to the edge, desperate to topple over it. He dragged a finger across the wet silk between my thighs. My hips bucked reflexively into his touch. Murmuring his name, I opened my eyes to find his waiting.
“Do you want more?” he asked, his eyes dark as sin and tempting me beyond all sanity.
Damn him. He wasn't making this easy for me. He wasn't going to allow me to tell myself I'd lost control and didn't know what I was doing. I had lost control, but I also knew what I was doing. I knew exactly what I wanted. Damn it all to hell.
“Yes,” I murmured.
He hooked a finger over the edge of my panties, shoving them out of the way and dragging his fingers through my slick folds. His eyes darkened as he watched me. He was angled to the side of me, but I could still feel his cock pressing again against me. My hips rolled into his touch. He teased and dallied, stroking back and forth, his thumb circling my clit. Only when I gasped his name again and said please did he sink a finger, knuckle deep, inside of me. My channel throbbed around him. He set to fucking me slowly with his fingers, adding another and slowly stretching me with each pass.
I was frantic, out of my mind with need. His lips landed on my neck again, trailing down to my breast. Another swirl of his tongue, the scrape of his teeth and his stubble on my skin notching the heat higher and higher inside. Pressure gathered as he stroked in and out of me. I muttered his name again. With one brush of his thumb across my clit, the pressure spun loose and pleasure radiated through me.
I cried out, his name bouncing in the enclosed space of the elevator. My channel clamped down hard on his fingers. By the time the shocks of pleasure had slowed, I was nearly boneless. Without the wall behind me and him holding me up, I would've collapsed. He slowly eased away, drawing his fingers out of me. He put my panties back in place and smoothed my skirt down. Stepping back slightly, he drew my bra back together and buttoned my blouse. Only then did his eyes make their way up to mine.
I was stunned. This wasn't the kind of thing I did—getting off in elevators. With my boss. I swallowed, trying to gather myself together and say something sensible. His hooded eyes met mine. “Shall I walk you to your car?” he asked, his voice low and taut.
I had to pick my way through the hazy fog of passion still clouding my mind to process his question and formulate a response. “My car isn’t here. I walked from the office,” I finally said, my voice husky from the desire still thundering through me.
He was quiet for a few beats. “Okay, I’ll walk you back.”
“That's not necessary.”
He didn't reply and stepped back, carefully adjusting his jeans. I managed to straighten and push away from the wall, turning to glance at myself in the mirrored wall at the back of the elevator. My hair was a wild mess, my cheeks were flushed, and my lips were swollen. Need was still roaring through my veins. I wanted more than just his fingers inside of me. A distant warning bell rang in my mind. I ignored it. Any reason I had to avoid giving into what I wanted was pointless in the face of what I had just allowed to happen. My need for him, this wild desire thrumming between us, overrode all reason and sanity for me.
I glanced to him. “Okay, if you insist. I have to get something from the office anyway.”
His eyes narrowed as we stepped out of the elevator after he hit the open button. He walked me through the back hallway and out a back entrance onto a side street, his hand resting at the low curve of my spine, the heat of his touch like a brand.
“What would that be?” he finally asked.
“I left my laptop there. I didn't want to carry it here for dinner. I was planning to do a little work tonight.”
“You're working now?”
I glanced up at him, savoring the strong lines of his profile. “Yeah, I usually do. I wanted to review some of the materials Suzanne sent over for your new project, so we can prep press releases in advance.”
His eyes flicked down to me and then back up. “Well, I'll be working a little bit as well. If you'd like to stay at the office, that's fine.”
I nodded, considering my options as we walked. The truth was it would be better to stay at the office. I tried not to bring my work home when it wasn’t necessary. It might be late, but I'd rather take care of it and then go home and relax. As it was, I didn't know if I would relax until I saw through things to the end with Lucas.
***
A while later, I closed my laptop after zapping an email to Suzanne and Danny with some suggestions for the press releases. The building was quiet at night. If I hadn’t known Lucas were here, I’d have simply left. The knowledge of his presence made me hot all over. I felt odd leaving without saying goodnight. Aside from the fact he’d walked me here, he’d also just sent me flying with his fingers.
I hadn’t even allowed myself to think about what I’d done. I couldn’t. It was too fresh, and he was too near. If I allowed myself to think about it, I’d probably freak out. I stood and smoothed my skirt, locking the outer door to the office suite I shared with Suzanne and stepping into the suite next door. Danny’s office was dark. Lucas had left his door open, and soft light spilled into the waiting room. He was standing by the drafting table, papers strewn across it and his eyes on one of the monitor screens mounted on one side.
He looked deep in concentration, so I hesitated and started to turn away.
“Don’t leave,” he said, his words startling me.
He clicked a key on the keyboard and turned, leaning his hips against the table and curling his hands over the edge.
From where I stood, a good twenty feet away by the door, it felt as if an electric current lit the air, vibrating between us. My low belly clenched and a wave of heat rolled through me.
Chapter 8