My sex clenches at the sound of the desire in it and in the hunger that’s in his touch.
One of his hands is cradling my cheek. The other has started a journey down my neck, to my shoulder before it brushes the side of my left breast.
He pushes himself against me, forcing my back against the door.
I can feel every hard plane of his body and the rigid length of his cock through his pants.
“I need to taste you.” His breath breezes over my cheek. “Now.”
I shake my head, even though every cell in my body is yearning for more. “We can’t.”
“We can.” His tongue trails a slow path over my bottom lip before he tugs it between his teeth.
I moan at the burst of pain and the reminder that I did the same to him in Vegas. “Your assistant.”
His hand moves lower, skimming over the fabric of my dress until he reaches the sash. “She’s not here.”
“West,” I manage to whisper his name when he tugs on the sash to open my dress.
His gaze drops to take in the sight of my black lace panties and bra. “Jesus, Linny. Look at you.”
I do. I look down and my breath hitches.
Everything slows when his hand glides a path over my panties before he dips a finger inside. “You’re so fucking wet. I’ve been craving a taste of this for two months straight.”
“You haven’t,” I counter with a hand on his shoulder. “A man like you doesn’t remember a random one-night stand.”
His lips are on mine again, this time his kiss is rough and demanding. His eyes bore into me when he pulls back. “I remember everything about that night. Every single fucking detail right down to the mole on your left shoulder.”
My gaze darts to my shoulder, but my dress covers the mole.
“I haven’t touched another woman since I was with you.” His lips slide over my chin toward my neck. “I haven’t wanted another woman since you.”
I close my eyes against the weight of those words.
He hasn’t been with anyone else. I haven’t been with anyone else.
He exhales sharply. “Tell me to stop now, angel, or relax and enjoy the ride.”
“Don’t stop,” I whisper into the still air of his office. “Please, don’t.”
I look down when he drops to his knees, his breath skimming my stomach before his lips find my thigh. Time slows when he slides my panties to the side to expose me.
“You’re so beautiful.” His voice is low and rough, filled with raw need. “Every part of you is breathtaking, Linny.”
I shield my face with my forearm, biting my bottom lip to try and quell the uncontrollable desire to moan.
I do just that when the tip of his tongue snakes over my folds. “Such a sweet pussy. So sweet.”
I’ve never been with a man who talked to me during sex. My lovers have always been the selfish and silent type. They’d touch or lick me briefly before taking what they wanted.
“West, please,” I whimper when he inches back to blow over my core. “I’m so ready.”
“You’ll come the second I suck on your clit.” He rubs his fingertip over it.
It spurs me closer to an orgasm. I’m so close to the edge already. “Please.”
I don’t want to beg. I want to come.