“This is what you want,” I say, my calmness belying the raging arousal in my blood, the hardness of desire straining in my pants. I want her so badly. I want to devour every inch of her.
“Your nipples are hard, Rachel,” I tell her, brushing my thumb over one hardened nub peeking through her silky blouse. She lets out a soft moan and I continue. “Between your legs, you’re wet and aching for me, aren’t you?” I hold her gaze, watching desire cloud her eyes. “I know you want me to fuck you, right here, in this office, on the floor, on my desk, against the wall—anywhere. You wouldn’t care. You just want me inside you, right now.”
She reaches for me, pulling my face to hers. Triumph merges with desire and I claim her with a hunger that verges on madness. I rise from my chair, still kissing her as I lift her off the ground, one hand pushing up her skirt to expose creamy thighs and perfectly curved hips. She wraps her legs around me, and I move toward my desk, carrying her.
She tastes like desire and heat, and I can’t get enough. I find her breasts through the material of her blouse, letting the soft weight fill my hands. Heaven. Her hands explore my body, almost frenzied. She loosens my tie and tosses it away then starts on my buttons.
I take her hands, needing her to slow down. I need this, but not s
o fast. I lower my head to her breast, and through her shirt, I take one nipple between my teeth.
She lets out a groan and pulls her hands from mine, arching and lifting her breasts closer to my mouth. Her fingers thread in my hair, not even close to gentle. I seize her lips again, plunging my tongue deep into her mouth, and push her skirt up around her waist at the same time.
She spreads her legs for me, and my fingers find her clit through the damp lace of her panties. I stroke her gently and she cries out.
I can’t get enough of her glazed eyes. “Do you like it when I touch you like this?”
“Yes.” Her voice is hoarse. Her hips move in time to my fingers, rubbing shamelessly against my touch.
Capitulation.
With a triumphant smile, I push her panties aside and slide my fingers inside her. She makes a strangled sound and spreads her legs wider, giving me a wide view of her perfection. I drop to my knees, wanting more than anything to taste that sweetness.
She shudders when my tongue touches her. Impatient with her underwear, I rip it away and dive deep into her moist heat, tasting every inch as she squirms and moans on my desk.
“Landon.” My name is like heaven on her lips. “Oh God, Landon.”
I join my fingers to my tongue, bringing her closer and closer to the brink. Her hips undulate with a mad urgency, her entire body trembling as she screams my name, begging for more. I plunge my fingers deeper and find the tiny mass of nerves inside her, stroking her there and watching in satisfaction as she explodes in a rocking orgasm.
I don’t let her catch her breath before I rise and take her face in my hands. “I love the way you taste, Rachel.” I kiss her gently, sucking on her full bottom lip. “I want to taste every inch of you. Tell me you’ll come with me.”
She doesn’t reply, and I kiss her again. Her body is soft and pliant against mine. Her nipples are poking through her blouse. I rip the fabric open, pulling down her bra to free her beautiful breasts. I take a swollen nipple in my mouth, and a wordless cry escapes her lips.
Aching to be inside her, I free my straining erection, releasing her long enough to reach for the condoms I placed in my desk this morning, just in case. I don’t miss the way her eyes devour my cock. I don’t miss the hunger in those green depths.
Baby, I feel it too.
I roll on the condom, my eyes on her face.
“I want to fuck you without one of these,” I tell her, wanting more than anything to feel her flesh against mine. “Will you let me once I prove I’m clean?” She nods, and I touch the tip of my cock to her quivering entrance. “Tell me you’ll come with me to San Francisco.”
Her hips move, urging me to slide inside her heat. “Yes.” Her voice is a whisper. “Yes.”
I grip her waist, my fingers digging into her soft skin. I draw her forward and push into her at the same time.
She’s tight, hot, and sweet. My breath leaves me as her exquisite sweetness envelopes me. I could never ever get enough of this.
Her body pulses around me, tightening, squeezing. It takes me a moment to realize she’s coming again. I start to move, fucking her as her body comes apart. I lower my mouth to her breast and suck hard on one swollen nipple.
The spasms of her body pass, and she lifts her hands to my shoulders, gripping me tightly as I move inside her. I can’t stop looking at her. Her hair, her eyes, her parted lips, the flush in her skin…everything about her turns me on. I could do this forever and not get tired.
When she climaxes again, her body tightens around my cock, and my control slips. I plunge into her, wild in my need for her. A hoarse sound tears from my throat as I slam into her one last time and come so hard, I feel like I’ll explode.
When I catch my breath, I’m holding her close, and her face is buried in my neck. Slowly, I pull out of her, feeling her body tremble. I want to kiss her again. I want to hold her close until she falls asleep in my arms.
Instead, I adjust her skirt, smoothing it over her hips. Her panties, I put in my pocket. I fix her bra, but a couple of buttons are missing from her blouse, and there’s nothing I can do about that at the moment.
Leaving her for a moment, I discard the condom and fix my clothes. She’s still on the desk, looking languid with sex, but also a little pissed. I take her arms and gently pull her to her feet. “Come on,” I tell her. “Let’s get you decent.”