“Even though you’re a pain in the ass. Right now, though, you have something else hurting. We need to get out of here before I break every rule and fuck you right here. Dinner?”
Air gets trapped in my chest at the way he groans into my ear. I nod as I rub my head against his. “Mmm...okay, yes.”
“Fuck.” He stands with me in his arms. I feel weightless in his arms, my hands go around his neck. As he lowers me down to the ground I’m not proud of the way I cling to him. “Amelia, I’m trying. I need your help, unless you want me to take you home and do everything I’ve been fantasizing about for the last six days.”
Oh my goodness. He presses into my stomach, and my body immediately reacts by re
leasing wet heat, preparing to take all of him. I’m not sure if I’ll ever stop being surprised by the way my body responds to him. It pulls me out of the dreamy moment. As badly as I want him, it’s not right. Blushing, I shake my head. “I’m sorry. I—”
“I know, sugar, don’t apologize. I’m going to go wait by the elevators, give you some time to get yourself together. I don’t trust myself this close. Okay?”
“Okay, I’ll be right there.”
With a soft kiss to my cheek he lets me go. I watch him until the door closes behind him. Oh fuck, I blink back tears. I love him. It’s not infatuation, it’s not lust—it’s love. Shaking my head, I wipe my eyes. I’m so fucked.
It takes a little while to get cleaned up. Yet when I emerge I find Chris is waiting patiently, leaning against the elevator. The smile he gives me shows off his dimples. He holds out his hand to me, and I don’t hesitate to take it. His large hand around mine feels so very right, then he pulls me into his arms and I’m home.
The world stands still until his lips touch mine. Soft, his lips tease mine, his mouth covers mine, and instantly I’m lost in him, the taste of him, the scent of him. It’s not enough. When he lifts his head, I hate how cut off from him I feel. I run my fingers over his lips. “Okay, after what just happened in my office, we really need to get back on track. I told you, I’m not allowed to have a sexual relationship with clients. We have to stop kissing.”
Chris laughs. “Sugar, sex is raw, primal, wicked, wanton, voracious. Enough isn’t enough until the moment when it feels like you melt together and become one. A kiss isn’t sex.”
“It is when you do it.”
His smile disappears, and he pulls back. Blue swirls, turning into a churning ocean. “You’re fired. I’m done. I can’t wait, not a hundred hours, not two hours.”
I’m standing on the edge of a cliff. Everything has been leading to this moment. I don’t hesitate, I don’t think. “Yes,” I whisper into his mouth as I pull him down to me.
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Chris
Her eyes are glittering green as emeralds as she whispers, “Yes.” When she draws me to her, she cuts loose the control I’ve been working so hard on. Thank fucking god. It’s my last coherent thought as I pull her with me into the elevator. The cab ride to my place feels like it’s never going to end. She doesn’t say a word, her body soft as she clings to me. Or maybe she isn’t clinging to me, it’s just me pinning her to my side. I don’t know, I don’t care; she’s in my arms, she’s mine, I’m not letting her go.
I’m half dragging her, half carrying her up the stairs onto my porch when she sighs. “You live here? Chris, it’s beautiful. As long as you didn’t gut it and turn it into some gaudy black and white modern—oh, I love it.”
“You can check it out later. Much later.” I groan as I push my coat then hers off, not caring where they fall. I give up on being cool and pick her up, taking the stairs two at a time. Her arms around my neck tighten as I walk her into my room. She is perfect in my arms. I don’t want to let her go as I stand over my bed—until I see the fear in her eyes. No, no fear for her, not now, not ever. I run my tongue over her lips, loving the taste of her mouth. Sweet, so fucking sweet as sugar, like I knew she would be. I can’t get enough of her.
Slowly, I lower her on the bed, not breaking our kiss. I follow her down as her hands lock tight in my hair. The buttons on her silk shirt suddenly become Chinese puzzles I can’t seem to work. Impatience flares, I tear her blouse open, hearing it rip. She’s wearing a silky slip like the one she wore in the pictures, this one white, and I still. The intent to tear it off her is gone in an instant. I cup a breast pushing up against the silk. Even through the silk of the slip and her bra, a tight nipple is begging for my mouth. I answer its plea, starving to learn the taste of her. Only it isn’t nearly enough. Finesse is gone as I tear the slip open. Her breasts heave and sway in a sheer black bra that makes my cock ache.
With a flick of my fingers her breasts are bared to me and fuck, I fight not to come in my jeans. The pictures were nothing; this moment is everything. I ignore the way my hand trembles as I run a finger over her soft, silky skin. Beautiful. She fills my large hand to perfection, she is perfection, my perfection. Soft, so soft, I run my thumb over the perfect coral pink nipple, staring in amazement as it tightens even further. I give in to my need as I allow my tongue to run lightly over the pretty little nub. Her gasp is loud in the room, then she moans my name. I close my eyes tight then open them again. Yes, this is real, not the dream or the fantasies I’ve been having for what feels like forever. Amelia is finally here, in my bed, moaning my name.
I rise up on my knees, and her hands cling to my neck, not letting me go. Brushing my lips along her cheek, I grasp her hands to lay them back on the bed. I need her naked, I need all of her bare to me. Damn it, I’m fumbling with the catch of her pants, the same pants I undid easily only hours ago. Finally, I have them undone. Sliding them off her, I take the time to enjoy every new inch of skin bared to me. Her office didn’t count, I was too keyed up to take all of her in, too focused on keeping myself under control.
Now is my time to savor every inch of her. My poor baby; my chest tightens and twists at the wicked scar from her thigh down to her knee. I don’t even think as I press a kiss to the tissue. There’s more along her hip, and my hand runs over it as I work my way up to press a kiss there, reverence for the testament that I came close to losing her before I ever found her, a salute to the fact that she’s still here now.
“Chris.” The word is tortured. She’s embarrassed.
“What’s the matter, sugar?”
“It’s so ugly. Please don’t.” A hand goes into my hair to tug me away.
I catch her wrist in my hand, tight on the verge of punishing. “Don’t you ever say anything like that again. This is the most beautiful part of you to me. I’m reminded of how close I came to never having you in my life. No sassy little comebacks, no pretty smiles, no soft curves against me that make me feel like I’m home when you’re in my arms. It’s beautiful, like you’re beautiful for so many reasons than just first glance.” Ah, damn. “Please, don’t cry. It twists me up inside when you do that.”
Kissing her sweet lips, I taste her tears, her fear, her need, and none of it is enough. It’s only when the world begins to spin I give up her mouth, I need more. I kiss my way down her neck, finding each spot that has her gasping my name. There is no gentle teasing as I move back to her breasts; my need is too great. Capturing a tight nipple, I suck deep, voracious, to taste all of her and hear her moan my name. While I tease the other breast with my fingers, my tongue plays over each little furrow around her nipple.
I can hear her, I can smell her, she’s working herself up into an orgasm. Fuck, when she did it in her office I was stunned. Amelia is full of surprises, I never would have guessed she even knew what her Kegel muscles were, let alone how to bring herself to orgasm with them. So fucking hot.
I move to her other breast, just as I hear her breathing change. Her groan pulls a smile out of me. Oh, sugar, it hasn’t even begun. I’m lost in her little moans and whimpers when she begins clawing at my back. Ah, time to move lower. She’s frantic for her orgasm. Not yet. I kiss my way down her body, rubbing my face against her soft belly. I have no idea why women hate this part of their body. I love every inch of a woman’s body. Amelia moans my name.