“Maybe we’d just get it out of our systems.”
“Or I’d find out that you’re an addiction I can never quit. Seems more likely.” His voice is a roughened growl of need. He moves closer to me as he’s talking. “Also, the whole boss-employee thing… I feel like I’d be taking advantage of you.”
Laughter bubbles up from my throat. “Blake Hudson. Look me in the eye. Do you think I’m someone who would let a man intimidate her into doing something she didn’t want to?”
“God, no,” he says fervently. “I think you’re the kind of woman who’d chew a man’s dick off if he tried to take advantage.”
I grin at him. “That may be the nicest thing you’ve ever said about me.”
“Then I clearly haven’t been speaking my mind. You’re gorgeous, determined, talented, crazy…” He smacks his forehead. “What am I doing? Why am I talking myself into this?”
“Well, someone has to. Jeez.” I wind my arms around his neck. “You’re obsessing so much about what you think you could give me. Why don’t you ask me what I’d want from you?”
“What would you want?” He runs his finger along my cheek, and I bite back a moan. “A man who checks off all the boxes on your bookmark list?”
I snort. “You’re such an ass sometimes. Yes, I want those things, and I also want a man who makes time for me, a man who makes me feel magical and special.” You make me feel magical and special, Blake. “And you’ve been completely honest about the fact that you don’t have that kind of time, and I appreciate that. But tonight…tonight has felt like a wonderful fairytale, and I don’t think either one of us is ready for it to be over.”
I take a deep breath. “You’re right, though. I wouldn’t accept being with a man who can’t make time for me, and I understand why you can’t. So what I’d want from you is one night of amazingly hot sex, and equally important, I want your promise that you’d leave first thing in the morning and we’d pretend this never happened. We’d screw each other out of our systems and go back to normal. Which is you being a smug, unbearable jerk and me doing my job.”
“Badly,” he says fiercely, moving me up against the wall, and kisses my neck.
Chapter Twenty
Winona
The touch of his lips on my skin strikes a bolt of desire right through my body, and I moan as he pushes his hips hard against me, letting me feel the effect of my words on him. Showing me how badly he needs to screw me out of his system. He’s exploring my body with his hands, and his mouth returns to mine in a greedy, searing kiss. I run my hands over his broad, muscled chest – we’re both gasping with excitement and need – and push his suit jacket off his shoulders and down his arms.
He pulls away, laughing, and I realize I’ve got him restrained in some kind of improvised Armani straitjacket. But the laughter can’t overshadow the hunger and impatience in his eyes, and we’re kissing again as I help him wrestle out of his jacket. He discards it on the floor and hauls me into his arms.
He’s clumsy, pushing open the door with his shoulder as he carries me through to the bedroom, but that’s because I’m nibbling his ear and working open the buttons on his shirt, and he groans a curse as I slide my hand under the bajillion-thread-count cotton of his shirt to the passion-hot skin underneath.
My bedroom seems small again, but this time it’s not because I’m worried he’ll think my place is tiny and cheap, it’s just him – his poise, his scent, his strength. He’d fill any space he was in with his presence. I can’t keep my eyes off him, or my hands. I’m not sure anything else even exists anymore.
He throws me onto the bed, stripping off his tie with practiced movements and pulling his shirt the rest of the way off. A button pings off the floor, but the tiny sound hardly registers as I drink in the sight of his smooth, slightly tawny flesh, muscles moving under his skin with every motion of his body.
My body buzzes with anticipation. My heart skips in my chest, my panties soaked as I
squeeze my thighs together and whimper, trying to gather some scrap of control over the urgent,
pulsing need I feel to have him inside me. Right now.
He must see the need in me, because the light in his eyes turns intense, hungry, and he stifles a growl as he kicks off his shoes, peels off his pants and rolls on top of me, gloriously naked and…
I can’t help it, I moan, and I arch my hips up against him. There’s nothing between us but my drenched panties and the gossamer-fine silk of my dress. His skin is feverish with desire, and I can feel the needy pulsing of his erection against my most intimate flesh. So hard. So hot. So big. I don’t even have time to catch my breath before his mouth presses against mine, murmuring words of encouragement and want. I open to him, and he slides his tongue against mine, not rough with his kisses but so thorough and intense and ravenous that I feel as though I’m being eaten alive. I’m okay with that. I’m okay with anything he wants to do to me. I’ve never needed anything so much as I need to feel him inside me.
I close my eyes and bite my lip, allowing the sensation to swim through me as he works his way down my body, tugging my dress away from my shoulders—
And I sit bolt upright as I hear a sudden, very expensive tearing sound. At the same time, my head collides with something. “My dress!” I cry.
He clutches the bridge of his nose, cursing.
“Ow!” He squints at me as he gingerly rubs his nose. “Do I need a safeword?”
“Sorry! Sorry!” How spectacularly unsexy of me.
He grins at me, even though his eyes are watering. “I’ll buy you a dozen new dresses. Just don’t hurt me any more.”
“I’ll fix it,” I say firmly. A dozen new designer dresses – a hundred – wouldn’t be the dress I’d worn to lay on a tree-branch bed with him and look up at the painted stars. I leave the bed to slip out of the dress, and I gently pet the painted silk before laying it aside.
He watches with exasperated amusement. “Stop stroking the dress,” he complains, still feeling the bridge of his nose with his fingertips. “I’m the one with the boo-boo.”
“Poor Blake,” I say, shaking my head as I grab a condom from the nightstand drawer and toss it onto the mattress next to him. I stroll back towards the bed in only my panties. “Can’t handle a little rough play. Don’t worry, I’m coming to kiss it better. By the way, I’m on the pill, and I got tested after my last…well, that was a year ago. This is just an extra precaution.”
“I’ve been tested too. Caution is good. Now…less talk, more action.”
I straddle him on the mattress, and his eyes widen as I slide downwards.
His body arches subtly underneath me, and everywhere our skin touches it sparks little fires of excitement.
I wrap my hand around his erection and gently caress the head with my tongue. He lets out a low groan of pleasure. I move back, lapping a salty pearl of pre-ejaculate, loving the proof of his arousal.
“Now,” he pleads. “Take me in your mouth.”
I run my tongue around the rim, and he huffs out deep, panting breaths.