Christ. His blood rushed south, leaving his head empty. The spice of the tequila mingled with her own sweet taste and he let his tongue touch her bottom lip, gently, lingering…when she groaned, he opened his mouth and took hers in a deeper kiss. Her hands slid up to his shoulders and gripped his T-shirt, and she pressed her breasts to his chest and her lower belly against his erection.
“Jesus,” he muttered, then kissed her again, licking into her mouth. Their tongues met and she made a soft moaning sound that had his dick twitching. Her fingers slid around the back of his neck and teased the sensitive skin there. Tingles coursed down his spine and the backs of his thighs.
He traced his open mouth down the side of her neck, licked over her collarbone, then kissed the top of one breast just above the sexy top she wore. He skimmed his lips over the top of her shoulder, pushing one skinny strap aside.
Another soft sound of pleasure rose in her throat, making him even harder. His hands slid up from her hips, beneath the loose top, curving around her waist and holding her as he ravished her mouth. Her skin was velvet beneath his rough hands, and then he couldn’t resist sliding them higher. When he encountered bare breasts, heat flashed through his veins.
“Oh man,” he groaned against her lips, then nipped at her plump bottom one. “These sweet tits were bare under here the whole time.” His body burned as he filled his palms with perfect, soft flesh tipped with hard nipples. His mouth watered with the need to taste.
Hayden’s head fell back and her chest pushed forward as he palmed her breasts, gently squeezing and rubbing. Sweet Jesus, there was nothing like the feel of a woman’s tits in his hands, so warm and lush and pliant. They rose and fell with her shuddering breaths, turning him on even more.
And apparently turning her on too, judging by her response.
“Wow,” she moaned. “I feel so…”
“So what, baby?” He licked her bottom lip.
“So…hot.”
“Mmm. Me too. Look at you, sexy girl, all flushed and panting. Are you aching?”
“Yes. Oh God, yes. Right between my thighs.”
He groaned. “Christ.” He lifted her and inserted his thigh between hers. She gasped and held on tighter. Deliberately he pressed his thigh into her pussy. Through their jeans, he could feel how hot and damp she was.
A moan leaked from her lips and she moved against him. He knew that movement, and what she was seeking. Heat blasted through his body as he caressed her breasts again and rocked his quadriceps into her soft warmth.
“Oh yeah,” she panted, riding his thigh. “Oh my God, that feels good.” Her head fell back. “Want more…”
His breathing stopped and his body went still. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Please…oh, please…”
“What do you want, Hayden?” He kissed her throat. “You need to be very clear.”
“I’m always clear.” Her hips rolled deeper against him.
His dick throbbed, begging to be inside her. “Okay, good. Tell me exactly what you want.”
Did he have a goddamn condom? Please, let me have a condom.
“Sex.”
The clinical word uttered in a breathy tone almost made him laugh.
He touched his lips to her cheek. “You want me to fuck you, gorgeous?”
“Yes. That’s what I want.”
He reached for his wallet, pulled it out, and dropped it on the desk. With one hand he fumbled in it for the condom he hoped like hell was there. Yes.
“I don’t understand what’s happening,” she said.
Now his lips did quirk. He released her to rip open the packet.
“I mean I understand biology,” she continued. “You know…hormones.”
“Yeah.” He paused. Jesus, she really did like to analyze everything. He leaned closer to her so their noses were almost touching, their gazes joined. “How about we forget about hormones and just enjoy the moment, hmmm?” He brushed his lips over hers.
“Uh. Sure.”
She sounded like she wasn’t certain she could do that. Okay, this was a challenge now. “I’m gonna make you feel good. So good you forget your own name,” he vowed. “You won’t be thinking about hormones or biology. You won’t be thinking about any damn thing.”
She blinked, and then, to his surprise, she smiled. “Pretty confident, aren’t you?”
He gave her a slow smile in response. “Why yes. Yes I am.”
In a series of efficient moves, he reversed their position and planted her sweet ass on the desk. He had her jeans open in no time and worked the tight denim down her legs. Legs that were indeed spectacular, and not only to look at—he ran his hands down their satiny length. Her shoes dropped to the floor as the jeans came off and then he dropped to his knees in front of her. A tiny pink and white thong was all that was between his mouth and her pussy. His hands landed on her inner thighs and pushed them wider.