He reached around to cup her breasts, his thumbs caressing her nipples. She exhaled in pleasure, arching further and deeper. He moved his hands lower, to her hips, and pulled her tightly against him.
“Do you know how much I’ve wanted to do this?” he murmured into her ear.
She shook her head, mute with rising desire. She wanted his fingers, his hands, his hips. Her body shivered in anticipation of more.
More.
“Every time I see you I remember that night.” One hand wrapped around, touched the soft skin of her stomach. Dipped lower. Her legs trembled with the effort of staying upright. She could no longer distinguish her skin from his, her body from his. Sensations were bombarding her, from the pounding heat between her legs to the white-hot surge of her nipples as he rolled and tweaked the delicate flesh.
“I can’t get you out of my mind,” he whispered into her neck. His mouth found the lobe of her ear, the hollow behind it, the long length of her neck. She was moving against him now, widening her stance so she could feel him more squarely at her core. “I think of your skin, your breasts, your moans.”
Words built up inside her but the singing of her flesh drowned everything else out, leaving her gasping.
Fingers reached lower, sought entry. When she was gasping at his arousal of the sensitive nub between her legs, he paused. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
She leaned her forehead against the door, body trembling. He returned a moment later and she felt him guide hard flesh between her legs. She arched, sought the right angle for his entry. He moved lower, teased her with his fingers, and then slipped inside in a single thrust that lifted her off her feet and took her breath away. She was so wet, so hot and ready, that she only wanted him deeper. Her hands slammed against the door.
“Yes,” she groaned. “More.”
He held her by her hips and moved, a tiny thrust that only brought him more fully inside her. She met him with her hips, thrusting her breasts farther toward the door, biting her lip to keep from crying out.
He moved faster then, building to a fast, hard crescendo. When his flesh jerked inside her she exploded alongside him. They collapsed together, bodies joined, breath joined, bodies melded together in release.
…
“How long before you leave town?” he asked.
“Three weeks.”
She spoke through her shirt as she pulled it over her head. When the fabric fell away from her eyes she discovered him watching her, his gaze traveling from her face to her chest, down past the curve of her waist to her hips. His expression was inscrutable. Kelsey lowered her eyes, feeling awkward and unsure. She wished she were lighthearted and clever enough to make a joke, like, “Thanks, boss!” or “Hope I didn’t wake the kids!” But she didn’t feel like joking. She felt like falling asleep in his arms.
“You’re coming back Monday?”
“If that’s okay with you.” She glanced around the room for her shorts, remembered they were in the kitchen, and headed for the door.
“I won’t really have any time to talk on Monday.” He followed a few steps behind her. Was he apologetic? Dismissive? She couldn’t tell and didn’t want to turn around to look. “I found some office space in Denver that I’ll be setting up next week. I have two conference calls in the afternoon, and I got the kids enrolled in swimming lessons, so we’ll have to leave right after I get home. Can I call you later in the week? After Hope gets settled?”
Her heart settled into her feet. That was it, then. She supposed she should have been happy that he had bothered to say it, but somehow she couldn’t bring herself to pretend. People who said, “Can I call you later?” never called. They just didn’t. If he really wanted to see her again he would have set a time. Demanded a date. Done anything other than leave himself open to never seeing her again.
She shrugged, telling herself that it didn’t matter and she was unconcerned. He was the one with kids, and a job, and issues. Not her.
“Of course,” she said, offhand. “Call me anytime.”
…
Ross opened the front door and gestured for her to walk through. He let his hand linger on the small of her back, wanting some physical connection to prolong the moment. She had melted into him just as he’d remembered, her taste the same musky sweetness. His body felt as if he’d taken some kind of tranquilizer, his muscles slow and still pulsing with warmth. Yet deep in his brain, he was already starting to panic.
No, scratch that. He had started to panic the moment he realized he had made love to his kids’ babysitter standing up in his ex-wife’s office.