?Are you ready for me, sweetheart?? The head of his cock was already pressed against her hot, slick opening, but he wanted her right there with him.
?Yes.? She nodded urgently, shuffling back on the sofa, her knees lifting, her inner thighs locking around his hips as he moved into position.
When his cock slid home, it knocked the breath right out of him. She was so ready that he slid deep inside her, up to the hilt. The firm, silky grip of her body on his cock ratcheted the tension in his balls.
?Warren,? she whispered, and her hips rolled back and forth, her body swallowing his length.
The tight squeeze of her flesh around the head of his cock made him falter, and his hands snatched at her hips, holding her steady. ?Easy, please,? he begged.
The words melted away as he plowed in and out again, his mouth pressing hungry kisses to her throat. Then he felt her high heels resting on the back of his thighs and he cursed under his breath.
With each thrust he closed on orgasm, and yet he couldn?t have stopped if their lives depended on it. They were both locked into it, rutting together in a way that was borne of pent-up mutual longing. And she looked even hotter than she had in his dreams. He wished he could keep this moment forever. ?You?re made for sex.?
She laughed softly, but he could tell she liked it.
?Well, could you take another man, now, as well as me??
Her pussy clamped down hard around his cock, leaving him in no doubt that the idea worked for her. ?You would like that, wouldn?t you? Two men wanting you, two eager cocks??
Her fingernails gripped onto his shoulders, and she turned away, facing into the cushion, her beautiful neck arching. ?The things you say. You?re a devil.?
?Don?t look away, Anya. I want to know you, inside and out.? His cock was compressed inside her, and the way her body moved distractedly showed him he had found her hot spot. With shallow thrusts he moved there, his cock arched inside her.
A strangled cry escaped her mouth and she got slicker by the moment. Once again she locked eyes with him, her lips parting as her hips moved in time with his. ?Maybe, maybe I would like it, but right now all I want is you.?
He liked how that sounded?so desperate and wild?and he loved the need that he saw in her eyes. His floodgates were buckling under the building pressure. He had to come and soon, but he wouldn?t come without her, not if it killed him. He rolled his hips again. Slick, hot juices spread down her thighs and onto his groin. She tightened on him.
?Wanted this for so long,? he whispered to her, so close to coming.
?Oh, Warren.? Her head had fallen back against the cushions on the sofa, and she panted aloud. ?Warren,? she whispered again, on a moan of pleasure.
He lifted up on his arms.
Just one more thrust
His climax roared up inside him. For several moments, he lost contact with everything but the glorious sensation of coming, wedged so tightly inside her.
When he came through it, his breath rasped into his lungs. Anya had arched up on the sofa, her hands locked on his shoulders. Her pussy clenched and released, hot and fluid. He kissed her temple and then her cheekbone, his arms enfolding her.
?Anya,? he said, his voice hoarse, as he stroked her hair away from her face. Words crowded in his head, possessive, crazy words that he wanted to say to her.
Keep it light, he reminded himself.
He would. He would do whatever it took.
As far as he was concerned, this was just the beginning.
Chapter Three
A week later Warren entered the office and heard the sound of Anya?s laughter
. It made him smile. Just the sound of her happiness made everything seem right in the world. It was good to be back. He?d been working with a client in Dublin for the past three days and he?d missed her so much he?d practically tripped himself up on the stairs, racing to get up here and see her again.
?Well, here he is, the man himself.? It was Lorie, the office administrator, who spoke, and she looked as if she?d been waiting for him to arrive to get a good look at him. The women had been talking again, and he was the subject this time around, no doubt about it.
Anya stood by her desk, her hair tidy and secured at the back of her head. She wore a smart business suit and held an electronic notepad in one hand. The look was familiar to him, but it wasn?t the look he wanted right at that moment. He wanted that elegantly wasted, satiated look that she had in their more intimate moments.
She smiled his way, her eyes lighting, and pride filled his chest.