She seemed to sense that no one would interrupt us because her hands skimmed over my chest and down my abs. “What goes on after hours? I’ve always wanted to know.”
And sexy Hailey was back.
I cleared my throat, desperately trying to find equilibrium. “I’m not sure what you were expecting, but it’s tame.”
She pouted. “That’s a shame. I was hoping for more.”
More as in crossing the invisible barrier between us, the one that continually reminded me she was my best friend’s sister? She couldn’t possibly mean that.
My jaw clenched. “What exactly were you hoping for?”
She paused then. The confidence she’d worn when she walked in slipping slightly now that I’d put her on the spot.
“Hailey? What do you need?” My voice sounded rough.
She leaned into me, and I groaned. “You. Just you.”
No man could resist her. Not in that outfit, her hips swaying to the music. She was rubbing up on me, her hands distracting me. I tipped my head up, asking for some kind of guidance, but when she kissed the underside of my jaw, I snapped.
I banded an arm around her waist, pulling her tightly against me. “Are you sure about this?”
She nodded, her eyes dark with need.
I lowered my head, hovering just above her lips. “I need the words.”
Her chest heaved as she sucked in a breath. “I want you to kiss me.”
I’d hoped for more, but I’d take what she was offering. My lips crashed into hers. I always thought if I ever kissed Hailey, it would be soft and sweet, exactly what a girl like her deserved. Instead, it was all lips and teeth and the hard press of our bodies. I wanted to get closer and have her legs wrapped around my waist.
I wanted everything.
As if she’d read my mind, she wrapped her hands around my neck, and with a little hop, her legs came around me. I groaned when her sweet heat surrounded my cock. There were two layers of jeans separating us, but it was closer than I’d ever been before.
She curled her hands in my hair, lowering her lips to mine. I loved having her in my arms, surrounded by her warmth and desire.
I moved with her in my arms to the leather couch in the waiting room. I sat with her straddling my lap. She didn’t miss a beat, kissing me like I was going to stop her at any second. Like she couldn’t get enough.
I wasn’t thinking about who she was related to or who I worked with. It was just her and me. It felt right. Something so good couldn’t be wrong.
She was grinding over me, soft, breathy moans slipping out between kisses.
I pulled back slightly and brushed her hair out of her face. “You asked for a kiss.”
“Yeah?” Her forehead wrinkled as if she were adorably confused.
“I need the go-ahead to get you off.”
Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were wild in desire. “Yes.”
It was the last word I needed to lay her down on the couch. She unhooked her overalls and shoved them down to her hips.
I sucked in a breath when I saw the tiny white crop top she had on and the large expanse of smooth skin to her red, lacy underwear.
Red lace underwear was perfect. I shouldered her legs open, breathing in her scent. She smelled flowery and spicy, the perfect combination. I kissed her inner thigh where her muscles trembled in anticipation.
“Ryan?” She tugged my hair like she was unsure.
I met her gaze. “I want to taste you.”