Ambi shoved back her chair and took off down the hall. Trey knew he might have made the biggest mistake of his life, pushing her like that, like the worst kind of perverted douchebag. Dropping that quilt was a real dick move, no pun intended. What was he thinking? He might have been desperate but stunning her wasn’t appropriate. Not that her eyes went there. She’d kept them trained, like a true professional, above his waist.
“Ambi wait!” Trey turned, ready to grab up the quilt and chase after her. He was going to apologize to her, get his clothes on, and leave. He’d keep it strictly professional from here on out. He’d even let his secretary, Sarah, deal with Ambi from now on just to assure her that the truce he was going to put out there was real.
He had good intentions. Honestly, he did. And then his foot caught in the puddle of the quilt on the floor and instead of some glorious chance at redemption and a white flag between them, he ended up flat on his face. Literally. His cheek hit the hardwood floor and his teeth cracked together so hard that if his tongue had been between them, he might have bitten it right off.
“Trey? Oh my god, are you okay?”
Ambi was back. God, she was back, and her hand was on his shoulder. Her touch was delicate, light, burning into him.
He groaned, but the groan turned into a chuckle and that turned into a full belly laugh. He knew what he looked like. How absolutely ridiculous he was. To his surprise, Ambi laughed too. She laughed a real laugh, that gorgeous, light, summery, sunny sound that he loved so much. He’d forgotten just how beautiful it was because memory wasn’t adequate to contain something that amazing.
He planted his palms on the floor and shoved himself into a sitting position. Ambi’s hand never left his shoulder. Not until he curled into her. He shouldn’t have done it, but he swiveled and pulled her into him. He gave her a chance to get away. To punch him in the dick or the jaw or the nose. To call him an asshole and hurl other insults that were generally true.
Instead, she set her warm palms on either side of his jaw and melted against him. This time, when their lips met, she was the one who kissed him. It wasn’t just kissing. They were drowning in each other. Trey had a hell of a lot of lost time to make up for. He might be a Turdmaster, but he didn’t kiss like one.
He swept his tongue along Ambi’s lower lip, sucking it into his mouth before he bit down gently. She moaned and writhed against him. Her lips parted and he swept his tongue inside, finding hers and warring with it. He’d never kissed her like that when they were dating. He’d never kissed her with enough determination and desperation to slay an entire army and win the battle. That’s what he was doing. He was fighting for her. Fighting for her silently, since his words had failed. Fighting with all that he had left. Eating her whimpers, stealing her breath, breathing for her, stroking her tongue, nibbling and sucking her lips.
Ambi’s still clothed hips rocked into him and he knew it wasn’t enough. She needed more. They both needed more. Trey thrust his knee between her legs, parting them easily. Ambi mewled and ground down against him. God. He was naked and she was fully clothed and somehow this was just about the hottest thing they’d done. Ever.
While he plundered her mouth, Trey’s hands flew to Ambi’s jeans. He undid the button with ease and slid the zipper down. She didn’t stop him. She didn’t tear her lips from his and tell him that he was the last person on earth she’d do this with, even if they were the last people on earth. She didn’t tell him that she looked like turds, smelled like turds, and tasted like turds.
She kept kissing him, desperately, her hands clawing at his naked shoulders until her nails sunk into the skin and muscle. She bit his lip right after and swiped her tongue over the wound, flooding both their mouths with hot copper. It was like someone had replaced all the blood in his veins with violent lightning.
Trey couldn’t stop. He shifted, lowering Ambi to the floor where he stripped away her jeans and her socks. He left her panties on since he didn’t just want to assume that she was up for this. For all of it. He was, though. Obviously. His cock kicked straight up and throbbed.
Ambi was breathing heavy, her shoulders heaving. She stared at him with wonderment in her eyes. It was a heady feeling, watching her lids lower and seeing her pupils blown with desire. Those passion drenched eyes raked over his body in frank appreciation, which made every single second he’d ever set foot in a gym worth it. They dipped below his waist, and the tempo of her breathing increased before they flew back to his face.