For a second he didn’t move. Then his eyebrow lifted. “Anything you want.”
He sat up next to her and did a slow striptease, taking his time unbuttoning his dress shirt and sleeves before shucking it off. She couldn’t really see anything but the firm muscles of his chest. She wanted to reach up and trail her fingers over that sexy dip between his collarbone and his shoulder. Over every pronounced angle.
“How does a man who spends all of his day at a desk look like you?”
“I don’t spend every hour there.” He winked at her then stood.
His hands went to his belt and that got her moving. She shifted to the side of the bed and dropped her legs over the side. Fit her hands over his and took over the task of undoing his belt. Slid the leather out of the loops and dropped it to the floor.
Next came the zipper. The ripping sound echoed through the room as she lowered it and pressed her palm against his bulge filling the space. Caressed him through his pants.
His fingers tightened against the side of her head. “Ellie, I’m not going to last very much longer.”
“Good.” She slid her legs beneath her and moved back. Lay against the mattress with her feet flat on the bed and her knees in the air.
He visibly swallowed. She watched him do it. Smiled when he nearly ripped his pants and boxer briefs getting them off. Then he was naked and so fit, so lean and sexy, as he crawled up the mattress to get to her.
That fast her heart flipped over. A revving sensation took off inside her. She slid her leg up the back of his, loving the burst of energy that flowed through her at the touch.
She wanted this. Him. That first time she’d seen him in person the air had left her lungs. Seeped out until she couldn’t breathe. Every time since, her heartbeat did a little dance. His face, his body, even his grouchy personality combined in one intriguing package that she itched to open.
They had weeks left on the agreement and a need to make it look real. For whatever time they had left, she would. She’d put aside the worries and the ways it could go wrong and would dive in. And then she’d somehow walk away from him.
Right as he dipped his head to kiss her again he froze. “Damn.”
She grabbed on to his upper arms. “What is it?”
The sound coming from him could only be described as a growl. “I bought condoms but I left them at work.”
For some reason that made her laugh. “Did you think we were going to have sex on your desk?”
“It is a reoccurring fantasy of mine.” He lifted up, just a fraction, and looked down her body. “But I can still touch you. Give you what you need.”
Before she could say anything or even put a sentence together, his fingers slipped into her underwear. He skimmed his hand between her legs, over her. Gentle yet demanding. When one finger slid inside her, her breath caught in her throat.
His tongue swept over her nipple in a long lick that left her shaking. Sensations bombarded her from all directions. The mix of touching and tasting had her lower back lifting off the bed. When he did it again, all the air sucked out of her.
She felt light and dizzy and so ready for him. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders to hold him close. “Derrick, yes.”
He pumped his finger inside her, bringing her body to snapping attention. Every intelligent thought left her head, leaving only one lingering fact. “I have an IUD.”
His head shot up. “What?”
“Birth control.”
His mouth dropped open before he said anything. “I got tested.”
Now it was her turn to be confused. “I don’t…”
“I have a report for you to see. You know, just in case. Not sure why I forgot the condoms.”
His finger stayed inside her during the surreal and very not sexy conversation. But it was practical and smart…and it pushed out thoughts of risk and most of her common sense.
She slipped her hand down his body, between them, and circled his length. Her palm slid against him from base to tip.
“Ellie, please be sure.” He shook his head. “We can wait if you—”
His words cut off when she wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed. “Now, Derrick.”
Light flashed in his eyes as he nodded. Then he was on his knees between her legs. Her body hummed as he peeled her underwear off. Pushing her legs apart, he settled between them. His tongue replaced his fingers and excitement surged inside her.
Her heels dug into the mattress and she twisted the comforter in her balled hands as his mouth worked its magic. When he hit the right spot, her thighs pressed against his shoulders. A moan trapped in her throat begged to escape.
She shifted and twisted as the pleasure threatened to overtake her. Still, he didn’t stop his sensual caress. That tongue. Those fingers. Every part of him, from the heat of his mouth to the expert use of his hands, had her straining to hold back as her body bucked.