Sophie wasn’t sure what caused her to melt more, the feel of his lips pressing soft kisses all over her exposed chest or the whispered compliments. When he reached behind her to unhook her bra she could do little more than sigh his name.
His mouth wrapped around her nipple as his hand slid down her stomach to the button of her jeans. For a man so restrained in other areas of his life, he was surprisingly aggressive in this one. He knew just went to suck, when to lightly lick, when to tease, and when to gently rake his teeth over the sensitive tip. Sophie barely registered her jeans being removed, but she suddenly became very aware of the warm hand sliding into her panties.
Sophie responded with a hoarse gasp, and she felt his victorious smile against her breast, but she couldn’t begin to think of something smart to say to put him in his place. Right now she was all his. She had no idea whether a few seconds or an eternity had passed, but when she felt herself reaching the brink, she frantically clutched at his shoulders.
“Gray, no. Not like this. I’m going to—”
But it was too late. Her body was too far gone, and she went over the edge of ecstasy, her body rocking in silent shudders. When it was over, he gently peeled her panties down her legs and tossed them aside before smiling gently down into her flushed face.
She struggled not to blush. Hell, she struggled not to pass out. She would have bet money that she couldn’t take any more of his touch, but then his hand slid over the inside of her thigh and she reconsidered.
This gritty sex maniac was nothing like the restrained businessman she knew so well. Gray pulled her to her feet and swept her into her arms like some sort of damn romantic hero.
“This is nuts,” she muttered against his neck. “Definitely don’t want to know what the employee handbook says about this.”
“We are not going to think about that now,” he said with a groan, shouldering open his bedroom door.
She was thrown rather unceremoniously onto his bed, and before she could catch her breath, he was on top of her, struggling out of his own jeans.
“Sophie,” he muttered, kissing her neck with hot openmouthed kisses.
“Mmm?”
“This is going to be fast. I’m not…it’s just…it’s been a long time.”
It shouldn’t be the type of thing a woman wanted to hear in bed, but she couldn’t help a small smile at the admission.
Good, she thought. She didn’t want to be the most recent in a long line of bed partners. And then she stopped thinking altogether as he roughly pushed her thighs apart and pushed inside her with one firm stroke. She gasped at the wonderful invasion, instinctively lifting her hips, struggling to accept him completely. He began to move in steady, methodical strokes as she met his fierce rhythm.
His hands held her hips in a possessive grasp, and she remembered his words at the park. Mine.
Mine.
She sensed he was close, and urged him to go faster, wanting him to experience the same ecstasy she had minutes before. Sophie was so focused on enhancing his pleasure that she was caught by surprise when she felt his fingers at her center again, circling in the perfect rhythm to his strokes.
She arched her back even higher and cried his name. He buried his face in her neck and she felt him gasp against her as they reached the peak together, shuddering and clinging to each other in confused wonder.
When they’d finally caught their breath, he rolled to his side and brushed her hair out of her face. She turned her head to look at him, feeling strangely shy.
“What now?” she asked.
“Are you asking me what happens Monday?” he asked warily.
“Well, it’s a valid question. I mean, I did just shag my boss.”
“Correction. Your boss shagged you.”
Sophie narrowed her eyes at him. “I should have known it would be this way with you.”
“What way?” he asked innocently.
“Argumentative.”
“Honey, arguing is the last thing I want to do with you right now,” he said as his hand slid over her side.
Honey. The word made her feel squishy inside.
“All right, then,” she said with a catlike smile. “No arguing.”