Without warning, he grasped her around the waist, pulled her toward him, and kissed her. Considering he’d gone against type and given in to what she needed, she forgave him for messing up while she was in Phoenix.
She was happy to be back in his arms and had no problem showing him. She kissed him back, settling her lips against his warm mouth. He stroked with his tongue, and her stomach fluttered in anticipation. Her sex swelled, need building without any care to their location. The desire to connect with him was that strong.
He lifted her, and she hooked her legs behind his waist, holding on as he carried her to his desk, easing her down, disregarding the papers strewn beneath her.
He lifted his head. His heavy-lidded gaze met hers, those deep eyes taking her in.
“I missed you,” she said, threading her fingers through his hair and attempting to pull him back for more deep, lingering kisses.
He didn’t listen. Instead, he looked down, watching as he slid his hands along her bare thighs and up her skirt until his thumbs came into contact with her moist flesh.
She moaned at the intimate touch.
“So fucking sexy,” he said, obviously referring to her barely there thong.
He pushed the skirt around her waist, easing the flimsy material aside and baring her to his hungry gaze. He immediately began to play with her, teasing her feminine folds.
In another lifetime, she’d be embarrassed that her skirt was hiked high, her private parts exposed, but she couldn’t make herself care, not when he was so diligently trying to please her.
He circled her outer lips with his finger, spreading her moisture over her sex, arousing her but never quite reaching the tiny nub that would bring her the most pleasure.
“I need to come.” She bucked against his hand, urging him to move his fingertip closer to her aching center.
He grinned. “You do?”
He slid one finger inside her, still ignoring her clit. But as he pumped in and out, adding a second finger, she felt every erotic stretch and glide. Her nerve endings tingled, her need grew, and she threw her head back, arching into his hand.
“Harder, faster…something!” She yanked at his hair, realizing she could give as good as he did when he drove her this close without offering completion.
He chuckled, his eyes darkening, as he pulled his finger out of her body. Gaze on hers, he licked her juices from his fingers.
She followed the movement, surprised and oddly aroused.
“You know why I call you sweetness, right?” he asked, as he unbuckled his pants.
Throat dry, she shook her head to answer.
“Because you taste so damned sweet,” he said, dropping his slacks to the floor.
His thick erection strained against his stomach, and her sex pulsed with gnawing hunger at the sight.
He grabbed a condom from his desk drawer, jolting her from aroused fog to horrified awareness.
“What the hell?” Just how many women did he take in his office, she wondered, the notion turning her cold.
“I bought them after you took the job,” he said, stroking her cheek with his thumb in a calming gesture that had her turning her face into his hand.
She exhaled a relieved breath.
“Better?” he asked her.
She managed a nod.
“Good. Because I haven’t brought women to my home, and I definitely don’t have them in my office. You seem to be the exception to every damned rule I have.”
Her entire body went lax with the admission.
He stepped forward and slid his cock along her center. The delicious friction had her releasing a sigh of pleasure, and a full shudder wracked her body.