I don’t even remember picking her up and setting her in my lap so that we were pressed together. Only her nimble fingers caressing the back of my neck, winding into my hair.
As the heat between us grew, her lips parted, and my tongue explored the heaven of her soft mouth. I heard a tiny moan, and trailed my fingers along her throat, causing another.
Her kisses were like nothing I’d ever felt before, and the pull between us was so intense that I wanted to strip her and take her on the desk immediately. I’d never been so absolutely bewitched by a woman before.
I finally heard a little gasp, as if she needed air, and I pulled away to see her eyes blazing.
“Wow,” she whispered, blushing faintly again.
“I’m glad you felt that too,” I said, the boom of my voice rumbling through both of us. “Valerie, I’ve dreamt of finding a girl like you. Someone sweet, smart, with a fire inside.” Her eyes were still wide in surprise. “Tell me, Valerie, what are you looking for in a guy?”
She shrugged slightly. “I’m not really looking. I mean…” She bit her lip, looking unsure. “I can’t really talk to men, so…”
“You’ve been talking to me,” I said, smiling and bouncing her slightly on my knee. I lowered my hand to the small of her back, loving the way her eyes stayed closed for longer than a blink as I caressed her.
“We were talking about a job,” she said. “I have to talk about projects.”
“Okay, then we have a new project to work on together,” I grinned. “Project us. Valerie is the new girlfriend, and Dave is the new boyfriend. We have a lot of work to do. We’re going to have to get to know each other, go on dates, and make sure that you’re comfortable with me. How does that sound?”
A flicker of emotions passed over her features, then she stared blankly over my shoulder for a second. “That’s brilliant,” she finally said with a little grin.
“Great. What sort of dates do you like to go on?” I could see from the way she tucked her face that she didn’t date much. “Okay, where do you like to go with friends?”
Valerie looked up at me. “Likely nowhere you’d like to go.”
“Try me. I like lots of different things, but I like to try new things. It keeps us young,” I chuckled. Then I paused. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-three.”
I nodded. “I’m thirty-three. Does that bother you?”
Her head shook quickly. “Not at all.”
“Good. So where do you like to go?”
Her lips pulled up into the softest smile. “I like nature movies. Sometimes my friends and I go to poetry readings.” She seemed to be a bit more comfortable, relaxing against me. “What do you like to do?”
“I like to try a bit of this and that,” I said. “I like all sorts of movies, rock climbing, hiking, parties, both large and small.”
“Oh,” she said softly. “Um, I’m not very sporty.”
“The cool thing about hiking is that it’s just a walk through a forest,” I said, bouncing her on my knee until she giggled. “There are super hard trails, but there are also very easy ones.”
“I could try.”
My lips trailed down her throat, unable to stop myself. The effect she had on me was nearly overwhelming. “Should I stop?” I said gently.
Her fingers tensed in my hair, pulling me tighter. “No,” she breathed.
Pulling the front of her open-necked sweater down, then her bra, my lips wrapped around her sweet pink nipple. I didn’t know which I loved most, the taste of her skin or her quaking moan.
The way her breath caught as my teeth scraped gently across her delicate skin made half of my blood sink between my legs as my heart pounded. Her back arched slightly, leaning into me. Slipping my hand in the other side, I massaged and nibbled both of her soft, round breasts at once while sparks flew between us.
Slowly I wandered open-mouthed kisses up her tender throat until I met her lips again. Her hands gripped the back of my shoulders, her left palm sliding down to caress my bicep.
I realized with sudden clarity that I was being completely inappropriate in my own workplace with a girl I barely knew, and the proper thing would be to stop immediately.
Then her teeth nipped playfully at my bottom lip, and I groaned, shifting her in my lap so I wasn’t grinding against her so obviously. Her delicate hand yanked my t-shirt, untucking it so that she could slither up my chest, examining every muscle.