heart thumped wildly in her chest and her pulse skyrocketed as desire filled her veins like hot syrup.
One hand, quite warm she noted, squeezed her arm then slid around to her back. Her heart jumped at the caress.
Her head tilted back as she looked up at him. His hand pressed between her shoulder blades and yes, she wasn’t mistaken, he was nudging her forward.
She went willingly, happily. One aroused woman needing him to put out the fire inside her.
“What’s too soon?” she repeated.
His eyes traced over her face then fell to her mouth. With that one hungry look she moaned. Actually moaned aloud.
A hot blush burned her cheeks.
This was crazy.
Before they’d just been subtly flirting, barely touching but now she’d crossed the line—she made a noise. There was no masking that as something else or playing it off. She’d done the unthinkable.
All of her worries were quickly washed away as his eyes darkened with hunger, his body pressed into hers, and then he spoke right against her lips. “It’s too soon to touch you.”
Her voice wavered. “Oh. Why?”
His hand slid down her spine and pressed into the dip above her derriere and there, with that one touch, he controlled her. He pulled and her body went, pressing fully against his, learning just how hard he was from the unmistakable erection digging into her stomach to his hard stomach crushing her achy breasts. The man had a body she craved to see naked.
His lips stroked across hers in a barely-there touch that left her leaning towards him for more.
“Because you tempt me to go much further than I should, sweets.”
Her eyelids drifted closed at his hypnotic, deep voice. He’d called her sweets. That too wasn’t something you could take back and pretend didn’t happen. She’d actually moaned and he actually thought she was sweet. Her heart melted.
Holy hell, she wasn’t going to stand here wanting for any longer. Devil Felicity reared her sultry head.
Slowly, she pressed her hands over that expensive suit jacket then ran her hands up. Her eyes followed the movements but paused to gauge his reaction.
He looked hungry, tightly in control, but wary at the same time. Hunger for her but wary of “touching her too soon.” Well, she didn’t have a problem with this “too soon” thing. She might have said so if she could voice something elegant at the moment. Instead she needed her mouth for something else.
Her arms finished their journey and wrapped around his neck. She touched his hair, had to know if it felt as soft as it looked. Moving up his neck, she fisted his dark brown locks and bit her bottom lip.
“Perfect,” she whispered. Just enough give to cling to.
I’m not getting this job but who the hell cares , she thought wildly.
His eyes fluttered shut and his breathing hitched, and then they opened and pierced her on the spot. What happened next actually caught her by surprise.
In a lightning fast move, his arm curled hard around her crushing her into him until they were plastered together, then his hand slid into her hair, his fist wrapping around it twice and his mouth slammed down to hers.
Breath caught. Pleasure shot straight between her legs.
Her body responded to the firm press of his kiss like she’d been made to. With a deft move, he swept her lips apart and filled her with his tongue, tasting and stoking the fire in her.
With that one kiss her body was ready for him. She was wet and throbbing between her legs and ready to know what he’d feel like filling her. No more thoughts about a job lingered in her mind, only primitive thoughts, thoughts of raw feelings, and of burning passion.
Another soft moan escaped her. This time she didn’t care. Her grip in his hair tightened as her hips arched against him. He was too tall or maybe she was too short because she needed to grind her hips against his cock but couldn’t reach.
His lips devastated her, sweeping her into a hazy sensual storm where time ceased to exist. Where
Christopher Golden, Thomas E. Sniegoski