Want.
A truckload of it.
Touching her hadn’t relieved the urge. No. Touching her had been a lit match set to the driest kindling. He’d gone up in smoke and it’d taken everything in him not to pleasure her right there in the damn meeting, teasing her folds with his fingers until his lips could finish the job.
She unbuttoned his shirt, leaving his bow tie knotted at his collar and kissing his bare chest. He caught her head, enjoying the heat of her mouth on his skin.
One night hadn’t been enough.
There was no erasing kisses that might as well have been burned into his flesh. She’d consumed him that night, reminding him what real passion felt like—not appreciation, not accomplishment, but real passion for another human being. The gut-shaking, teeth-rattling need to bury himself to the hilt, growling her name as he guided her to the pinnacle.
In a matter of seconds, he had her dress unzipped, his hands on her bare breasts, her bra tossed over his computer screen. She returned the favor by opening his pants and gripping his hard-as-steel cock.
She continued what he started in that meeting and he was going to finish it.
Right now.
He dragged his office chair to the side of the desk where she perched. He sat and lowered the chair to the lowest possible height, which brought him eye level with her delicious center.
“What are you doing?” Her voice held jittery notes of excitement.
“Three guesses,” he said before pulling off her underwear—a red thong, God help him.
Legs parted, she dropped back onto her elbows and rested her calves on his shoulders. Giving his neglected member a squeeze, he promised to take care of it later. After he kissed his way along Taylor’s thighs until he reached the Promised Land.
Oh hell yes.
Not only did she taste as incredible as he’d imagined, but her citrusy smell surrounded him. Her thighs clamped around his ears rendered him deaf save for the sound of her fingers raking through his hair and her sultry moans making a new home in his chest.
He used everything he’d learned about women to please her, sweeping his tongue left and right, up and down, flicking fast and laying it flat and then going slow. As a result, his lemon-scented vixen was having trouble keeping quiet, which made him grin in arrogant male pride.
“How you doin’ up there?” he paused to ask but didn’t wait for her to answer. Instead he set the pace with his tongue as he tugged her plush hips forward on the desk. He paused only briefly. To say: “Come for me, Taylor.”
He wasn’t sure if the request worked, but her orgasm followed. Then he was tasting her essence, luxuriating in her sighs of pleasure. She lost her place, writhing and sweeping the phone off the desk. It landed with a clatter that still didn’t pull her from her bliss. Another wave hit and she clutched a paper in her hands, crumpling it as her other hand pushed his calculator and his glasses case to the floor.
He eased his mouth away, kissing his way down her legs and lingering at the back of one of her knees. He kissed along her calf and down to her feet, where he gave her big toe a playful lick.
When she sat up her blond hair was wild, her eyes wilder. He was enamored by the sheer wonder of her.
She was as unpredictable as a lightning storm and twice as dangerous. And here he was out in an open field, umbrella held high. With her, he never knew where he was headed. He’d left the black-and-white world of his making and was now wandering in the haze-gray fog of hers.
But there was no erasing what was happening between them. They were best when they were naked together. Even with no time or inclination for a serious relationship, he recognized his physical need for her. It was undeniable. She was undeniable.
The tent building behind his boxer briefs as she lowered to her knees in front of him was only partial proof. He rested a hand on her head and she slicked his length and took him into her mouth.
That genie he’d sworn to stuff back into the bottle? Yeah, that wasn’t happening. Not when Taylor made his pulse race and his mind blank. Not when she made everything, at least in this moment, feel undeniably, inexplicably right.