“You should get home,” I tell her. “Get some rest. Have you even eaten today?”
The sound of my voice startles her, and she knocks the potted plant off her desk. She bends down to the floor and starts sweeping up the soil into the pot. I run over to help her, apologizing profusely as I reach for her hand. She laughs and I breathe a sigh of relief that she’s not angry.
“I thought you left,” she says as she gets to her feet and straightens her skirt. The orchid back on her desk.
“I was waiting for you.”
Her laughter fades and she looks into my eyes when I don’t let go of her hand. There’s that thing between us again. That spark. My erection is instant. She smells like cherry lotion, and her hair is strawberry, good enough to eat. If her hands are this soft, I can only imagine what the rest of her feels like. Those thoughts turn me on even more.
I know I should let go of her hand and walk away. I try to get back that image of her dad’s angry face to get rid of this desire flaring up inside of me. But nothing is working, and when I see her desire sparkling in her eyes when she looks at me, I know I’ve lost control of this battle.
I lean over and kiss her. Her lips are as soft as I imagined they would he. Her tongue grazes mine. Everything about her is warm and inviting. The wild animal in me wants to sweep everything off her desk and take her right here and now. No closing the blinds or turning off the lights. If Mack walked in, if the whole city watched us, fuck it. I don’t care. I just want her.
She suddenly breaks away from our kiss. I want to reach out and pull her back to me, but she steps away.
“What are we doing?” she asks.
She backs up until she’s up against the large window. “I know you had a crush on me when you were younger,” I say.
Her face turns a pretty shade of pink. “Was it that obvious?”
I take a step toward her, pinning her to the glass with my hips. She gasps.
“I was too old for you then.” A lock of her hair has come loose from the twist of hair on the back of her head. I wrap it around my finger. “Am I too old for you now?”
A visible shiver runs through her. Her lips part just as she rises onto her toes and kisses me again. Her round tits press against my chest. Her tongue draws a sensuous line from one corner of my mouth to the other. I open my mouth and she sinks her tongue in. My hand slides behind her back, sweeping up toward the nape of her neck. I pull the pins from her hair and let it cascade around her shoulders into a sunlit waterfall.
I take a handful of her honey hair in my fist and tilt her head back. A soft moan escapes her lips. I answer her moan with a growl as I force my lips against hers, devouring her with a hungry kiss. I crush her body against mine, wanting her to feel just how hard I am. Her moans grow louder. The chemistry between us ignites.
I learn the taste of her, the feel of her tongue, the softness of her lips. I’m taking in everything, memorizing every detail of her.
When I pull away, she lets out a disappointed sigh that makes me chuckle. I pull her toward the couch and we sit close to each other. I slide my hand up the side of her face, studying her features and fixating on her parted lips, hearing her small pants of desire. I can’t wait another second longer, and I press my lips against hers again, breathing in her delicious fragrance and growing harder as I feel her tongue dance around mine. She kisses me back, deeply and passionately, her hands in my hair now, bringing my face closer to hers until it’s hard to tell where her breath ends and mine begins. My control is wavering, and I trail my hand up her bare thigh, until I reach the hem of tight skirt. I grab her by the waist, needing to feel more of her, and bring her onto my lap, quickly hiking up her skirt so she can straddle me. Her face is flushed and I can feel the heat between her legs through my wool suit pants. I consume her mouth once again, pulling her mouth down to mine. My tongue tangles with hers.
My hands rake down her long, slender legs. Her skin is like silk against the tips of my fingers. They settle on her waist, holding her hips down as I gently thrust upwards. She lets out a gasp and starts to grind against me.