And then I heard him move. He rolled his chair to the other side of the bed, locking the wheels as he stopped close to the edge of the mattress, stripping his t-shirt over his head and bending to remove his sneakers before lifting himself onto the bed. He did it so gracefully that it was fluid, smooth, as if he’d done it a million times before.
Without a word, I snapped off the lights and curled up against my pillows, dragging the blankets up to my shoulders as I rolled onto my side, facing him. I couldn’t see him initially, but I could hear him breathing. There was movement, then he reached over and touched the side of my face with the back of his hand. He’d removed his gloves, but I could still smell the leather on his flesh. It was almost comforting, that smell.
I ran my fingers up the inside of his arm, hesitating when my fingertips brushed the inside of his wrist where his pulse was so steady, so strong and filled with life. He moved and my fingers slid over the palm of his hand. With just the slightest twist, our fingers were intertwined, the heat of his body warming something deep inside of me.
I slid closer to him across the mattress, stopping only when my breast brushed his ribs. I wanted to feel warm all over. I wanted to feel his vitality deep inside of me. I didn’t know how to seduce a man like him, but boldness had never failed me.
I pressed my lips to the back of his hand, then to that quickening pulse in his wrist. Then my lips found the curve of his shoulder, his muscles twitching just underneath. His chest had benefited quite magnificently from the constant use of his arms to push himself around, his pecs round and hard, his abs defined in a way that made my fingers ache to trace the deep ridges and valleys. I slid my lips over one of those perfect pecs, my tongue sneaking a taste of his hardened nipple.
David made a little noise, his fingers tightening on mine for an instant. Then he twisted his torso a little, freeing his hand so he could draw my jaw up toward his face. His breath was warm with a faint, minty scent clinging to it. The first touch of his lips on mine was enough to make my breath catch almost painfully in my throat. And then again, the pressure a little more insistent, the touch lingering. I rolled into him, resting my leg over his as I drew his bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling it ever so lightly. Again he made that small noise…even as his hand came up to the back of my head, drawing me closer to him.
It may have been a few years since he’d had a woman in his bed, but he hadn’t forgotten how to kiss. He knew what he was doing, knew where to touch me to make my heart jump and my nerve endings suddenly come alive. I slid closer to him, pushing the blankets out of my way, pressing myself as tight against his side as I could. He still wore his jeans and the hard denim was rough against the most delicate parts of my body. But I pressed myself against him, raising my leg higher across his until my thigh brushed against his erection.
He hooked his hand under my knee and brought my leg up even higher, purposely rubbing my thigh against him, then sliding his hand along the underside of my thigh, his fingers sliding under the back of my panties. And all this as he continued to kiss me, as he continued to touch me in places I had never been touched.
Was it possible to want someone so completely that you forgot everything that was once so important to you? I no longer cared about the security breach, about my angry employees, about my past. All I cared about in this moment was where his fingers would go next. My world had shrunk to this impossibly small bit of awareness. I just wanted him to touch me.
And he did. His fingers slipped along my ass, sliding slowly forward, seeking out more. I moved my hips, encouraging him. The angle was all wrong, but he fixed that by moving his hand around my hipbone and sliding his fingers down the front of my panties until he brought a hiss from deep in my throat, until his fingertip brushed almost innocently over my swollen clit.
His mouth slid to my chin, moving along my jaw until my earlobe was caught between his teeth. And then my throat, his lips doing things that sent shivers up and down my spine. So much pleasure. I had never known there could be so much pleasure coming from so many places all at once. I ran my hand over his chest, playing with the thin patch of hair between his pecs, my hand smoothing its way downward until my fingertips brushed the top edge of his jeans. He groaned as I slid them under his waistband, just brushing the top edge of the base of his shaft.
“No,” he whispered, tugging my hand away from his pants. “Not yet.”
“I want to touch you,” I whispered.
He didn’t answer. He just stole my lips again, making them his.
I rolled into him, pressing my body into his as I took a position on his chest. His arms both slid around me, both his hands sneaking under the back of my panties. I adjusted myself and pressed my clit against the swelling in his jeans.