Allison pushed herself up on her palms, rolling her shoulders back. “That’s what I’ve been waiting for.”
…
He was perfect.
Not that she would tell him that. The CEO of King Enterprises had more than enough ego all on his own, without her adding to it.
But tonight, he really was breathtaking. She was desperate to put her hands on him. But the need pulsing through her went deeper than mere lust.
Don’t think about that, her brain cautioned. Live in the moment. Don’t dream of a future you’ll never have.
Tonight he was hers and that was all that mattered.
“Please,” she whispered as he crawled over her. She tilted her head back to meet his burning gaze. Very little was left of her civilized boss, and she rather liked his transformation.
His mouth latched over a breast, twirling his tongue around her nipple. Biting her lip, she arched against him.
One hand slid down her body, dipping into her panties.
As she rocked against his questing fingers, she’d never bemoaned a piece of fabric more.
Rip it away, she thought. Touch me completely.
But even hindered by the material, Darian thrust a finger into her.
Her breath left her and her fingers dug into his shoulders.
“I need you,” he whispered against her ear.
“Not anywhere near as much as I do you,” she replied.
Grabbing her panties, she pulled them down then wiggled out of the last piece of clothing that clung to their bodies.
Free, she grabbed Darian’s hips and kicked astride him.
“You’re mine now,” she said, looking down at him.
His hot gaze seared hers. “Prove it.”
She wasn’t a woman who needed more urging. Gripping his hard cock, she maneuvered him under her before sinking down on his long length. Her eyes never left his.
The breath rushed from her as she indulged in the feeling of fulfillment. Throwing her head back, she began rocking her hips over his.
“Yes,” he breathed, his hands coming up to steady her.
She rode him with sure strokes. Every movement designed to increase both their pleasure. Giving in to temptations, she leaned down to kiss him even as her hips bucked over his.
Darian groaned, his fingers tightening against her flesh. Sensing his urgency, she increased her pace, meeting each thrust of his hips as he strove to bury himself in her.
“More,” she cried as she slammed herself down on him. Every lift, every movement brought her orgasm ever closer. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to the need pulsing through her. Over and over she descended on Darian, driving toward her fulfillment.
“Come with me, love,” he said.
The word twisted within her, shattering her with a single thrust. Allison broke apart, feeling ecstasy race through her veins. Her body shuddered with pleasure even as Darian’s bucked with similar release.
She collapsed against him, enjoying the aftershocks of her climax. This was what she’d wanted. Something no one but Darian could give her.
With a sigh, she fell to his side, breathing hard.
“Wonderful,” he panted.
“We’re good together,” she replied. So good. Too good.
His lips pressed against her forehead as he cuddled her close.
For a moment she was content to lie in his arms, basking in the aftermath.
But her joy was quickly pushed aside by one unassailable fact.
This wasn’t just lust.
She loved him.
The truth burned through her, branding her in a way nothing else ever had. This wasn’t an exercise in casual sex to her. This wasn’t temporary.
It was just one woman in love with one man.
Nothing was simpler.
Or more impossible.
“God,” she murmured.
“What?”
“Nothing.” Nothing she could admit to anyways. Allison lay in his arms as the world crashed down around her. How could she love him? Surely she knew better?
But he’d looked at her four years ago with his impish grin. He’d held out his hand and started this all. The time she’d spent convincing herself she didn’t love her boss. Wasted. There’d only been one man for her. Why else had she given up dating? Why else had she devoted her life to Darian?
Because she was in love with him. A truth Gillian had known long before she had.
Not that any of it mattered.
Darian was still the same man she’d known for years. Commitment-phobic at the best of times. He might like her body, but he’d never want her heart.
And she was deluding herself if she ever thought otherwise.
Forcing herself to face reality, she pushed herself up on an elbow, dragging the sheets around her breasts.
“Should I leave?” she asked. After all, he was a pro at disappearing from her house. He probably expected her to return the favor.
He drew his fingers down her cheek in a gentle caress. “Stay.”