“We should stop,” she whispered.
“You came looking for me, remember?” he teased.
“I didn’t think this through. There’s still three hours till the end of the day, and I have to survive them somehow.”
His teeth grazed her ear. “Do you need me that much?”
“You know I do,” she replied.
With a groan, his lips returned to hers. One of his hands tangled in her hair, pulling it free from its bun. He tilted her head to the side as he slanted his lips over hers. She moaned against his lips at the delicious touch. Shivers raced down her spine as every cell in her body felt alive and starved for his heat.
Her fingers ran up his hard body to cup his face, pulling him closer to her.
“All day I’ve been sitting here,” he growled. “Imagining kissing you just like this.”
Allison threw back her head as Darian trailed his lips down the long column of her throat. “That can’t be anything new to you,” she said.
His hot breath flowed over her skin as he laughed. “Are you kidding? I choose the women I see specifically so this won’t happen.” He cupped her face. “Why are you so maddening?”
“God-given talent,” she replied.
A crooked smile shaped his lips. “The last thing I need is to sit in this chair and fantasize about hauling you into this room and pressing you down against the desk. I should be focused on my job, not on how much I goddamn ache for you.”
“Do you think it’s easy for me to concentrate with you just down the hall?” she demanded, threading her fingers into his hair. “We’re at the office. We shouldn’t be making out like teenagers.”
“Sounds like we agree.” He shifted his leg between hers, pulling her forward until she rode his thigh. “So why aren’t we stopping?”
“Because it feels so damn good.”
…
He couldn’t argue with logic like that. Not that he was too inclined to speak when she darted forward to claim a kiss. Lust pounded through his body, turning him into a man he didn’t recognize. He wasn’t the sort of person to fool around at the office. He never let a woman distract him from his work.
And yet here he was, reveling in both.
His fingers tangled in her hair. He loved seeing it fall loose around her shoulders. Loved how she looked with her head tipped back, desire etched into her expression. This was what he’d been dreaming of since he’d dropped her off last night.
How was it possible to want someone as desperately as he wanted her?
Gripping her waist, he lifted her onto the edge of his desk. Pens and papers rained down onto the carpet, but he ignored it, stepping between her parted legs.
“This is ridiculous,” she said as he pushed her blazer down her arms. “We’re adults. Our control should be better than this.”
“Should I stop?” he asked, tossing the jacket to the floor.
She reached for him. “Don’t you dare.”
“That’s my girl.”
With deft hands she undid his tie but left it hanging around his neck. With an impish grin, she used it to pull him closer, raising her mouth for a kiss. He was more than happy to oblige when her fingers turned their attention to the row of buttons down his shirt. In no time, she had the clasps undone and leaned back to part the navy material. He couldn’t stop his groan when she pressed her hands against his bare skin. Need hammered through his brain as her fingertips traced the contours of his muscles.
“So perfect,” she said before pressing her mouth to his skin.
Pleasure rocked him, her tongue flicking over a nipple. Tipping his head back, he gave himself over to the teasing touches. Every lap of her tongue had his cock pulsing with anticipation. He needed to touch her. Be inside her.
Her fingers slid down his chest. Ever so lightly she raked her nails along his waist, sending a shiver up his spine.
When she cupped him through the material of his pants the breath hissed from his lungs.
“This would be mightily uncomfortable to work with,” she said, rubbing her hand against his cock.
“You have no idea,” he replied.
She stared up at him, her chin resting against his chest, and grinned. “We need to do something about it, then.”
Only a fool would have stopped her as she undid his belt and pulled down his zipper.
He bit back a groan when his cock sprang free. A soft, appreciative sigh left her before her fingers curled around him and caressed the soft skin.
“More,” he begged.
She didn’t need to be asked twice. Gripping him more firmly, she pumped her hand up and down on his shaft. Logical thought blasted from his mind, leaving only blind need in its place. As good as her hand felt, it merely increased his desperation to be inside her.