Warrick not only kissed her back, he grabbed her into a tight bear hug and pulled her entire body from her seat and onto his legs, twisting her so she’d end up securely in his lap. He may have even growled a little bit, too. He wanted to touch her fully. He wanted to possess her completely. She didn’t resist one single iota. So he kissed her harder.
Isabelle kissed back harder, licking her sweet tongue inside his mouth, upping the already elevated intensity level. She moaned again—a charming and beguiling sound—and Warrick nearly lost any capacity for rational thought.
He wanted her. Soon. Now. Her arms clung around his neck. He squeezed her tighter to his chest as the kiss hit some previously unreached level of passion. One he’d never been to before.
Warrick ran his hand from her shoulder, down her back to one hip, resting his palm there briefly. She was perfect. They fit together perfectly. He pushed her skirt up her thigh, waiting for her to stop and tell him he’d gone too far. But she didn’t. He pushed her skirt up her legs further, the silky feel of her thighs making his cock pulse with hunger. He wanted her. Now.
Warrick stood up slowly, keeping the kiss intact. Thankfully, she didn’t push away either. If they were in a different position he could reach beneath her skirt more easily. He could bring her rapturous delight much faster. In fact, he wanted her entire body pressed to his, and he quickly got his wish. Skirt still shoved high on her thighs, Isabelle pressed herself harder into his body. He tightened his embrace.
She moved one step back, not breaking the kiss, but seemingly wanting to lead him elsewhere. It wasn’t in his nature to follow. But he followed her, not wanting the sensual kiss to end. Not yet.
Isabelle took another backward step, pulling him along with her. He followed her yet again, hoping she wasn’t trying to break free. One more step, but Isabelle kept up the salacious kiss, stopping only when her backside met the edge of his desk.
Now she was trapped between him and a hard flat surface. Perfect. The whole of their front sides were mashed together intimately like lovers. Warrick immediately conjured the image of them both naked and pressed together.
Every inch of her perfect body aligned flawlessly with his. He could push her down and take her right now. On his desk. In his office. What if he flipped her over onto her belly first before introducing his cock deeply inside her pussy? Even better.
The fantasy of fucking her from behind as she was splayed facedown and naked against the surface of his desk rose unbidden. Did she know what he wanted? What he craved? What he’d already fanaticized about them doing together? On his desk, in this very office, no less.
Still front to front in a frenzied kiss he didn’t wish to end, Warrick waited for her to break the connection, but she didn’t. Instead she squeezed him tighter, unmistakably pressing her breasts into chest. Her hard nipples making unseen but satisfying dents in his shirt.
Warrick lifted her a few inches, sitting her butt on the front edge of his desk. He heard his name plate thump along the surface of his desk calendar as it was knocked away by her hip. He didn’t care.
Isabelle moaned yet again, pulling his attention to the intense kiss they shared. With her skirt still bunched around her upper thighs, she opened her legs, promptly wrapping them around his hips, bringing more pleasure to the party. His cock was fully rigid now. He pushed his hard dick against her warm open center and found Nirvana.
If they’d been naked, he would already have his cock pumping inside her pussy, hot on the trail to send her shrieking into a rapturous climax. If she moaned when they only kissed, was she a screamer when she came? He wanted to find out that very fact most desperately. He could find out this minute.
A slim thread of disquiet glided into his mind, although he was nearly gone with the passion of the moment and where it might lead. Do you really plan to fuck her right here in your public office?
His brain screeched to a halt. His eyes opened halfway. Isabelle was a temptation he wanted to explore. An enticement he’d dreamed about at length, never expecting the opportunity to arise.
He wanted her all right. But not here. Not in his office. Not until he was clear about his intentions and also learned about hers. She wasn’t looking for a temporary relationship, was she? Currently, that was all he had to offer. He also hadn’t even mentioned Colton, yet.
No. He did not intend to fuck her on his desk. At least not today. She deserved better. She needed to understand their rules. He and Colton didn’t fuck around with just anyone. Especially not women looking to settle down.
Warrick broke the engaging kiss, missing the taste of her the moment their lips parted. “Wait,” he said, wondering what he’d say next.