His face burned tomato red before he turned, stumbled, and burst through the balcony doors. We were alone again.
“You okay?” Thorn’s hands wound around my waist, pulling me into his protective body.
“Better now,” I mumbled into his chest.
“Christ, Carly. What happened?”
“I think this dress happened,” I quipped, pushing my hands beneath the fabric of his jacket, connecting with the warmth of his back. I needed his comfort. The safety only his strong and dominant presence could offer.
“Don’t blame it on the dress. He’s an asshole. I’m talking to Human Resources tomorrow. I’ll make sure he never talks to any woman that way again.”
The hard press of his hands at my back sent sparks rocketing through my veins. “Thank you for coming to my rescue.”
“I’ll always be there to rescue you, little one.” He kissed me on the top of the head. His hands cupped my cheeks as he trailed kisses down my hairline. “I can’t promise I’ll be this gentle later. You do crazy things to my sanity.”
My stomach twisted. My brain short-circuited with bolts of arousal. “What about friends?”
“Fuck friends.” His hands were suddenly everywhere. Trailing up my torso, swirling at the hollow of my back, gripping and kneading at the flesh of my ass cheeks through the dress. “I’m sick of this dress coming between us.”
I smiled, one finger catching in the strap of my dress and teasing it off a shoulder. He quirked an eyebrow, advancing on me as I continued to back up. I loved seeing him watch me as he advanced on me like a predator.
“Come here, Carly.” He hooked my wrist and slammed me against his chest. “Doctor’s orders.”
The next thing I knew, his hands were everywhere, our bodies crashing against a wall, before Thorn’s hand was feeling around for the doorknob behind my back.
He pushed us through a doorway where an empty stairwell stretched into darkness.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, words jagged as I crawled up his body, my lips attached to his, my hands in his hair.
“You’ve been teasing me in this dress all night. Everything in you draws me in and sets my blood on fire,” he murmured. “I’ve had a fucking raging hard-on for you since the second we met. The curve of these pretty lips.” He ran a thumb across the swollen flesh. “The way your eyes dart away and your cheeks turn red when you’re embarrassed. You intoxicate me, little one.”
His hands slid up my thighs, shoving the fabric of my dress up with it.
Fingertips made contact with bare, soaked flesh, and I felt him shudder. “Where the fuck are your panties, Carly?”
My blood thickened to hot lava with every word.
I loved him possessive.
“I left them at home.”
“I should bend you over my knee for that.” His hands gripped at the flesh of my bare ass cheeks, pulling me flush against every raw, hard inch of him.
“I was hoping I’d be rewarded.” I dropped to my knees, not waiting for his response before undoing the buckle on his belt and pulling down the zipper of his pants. His cock sprung out—hard, thick steel dripping with one delicious bead of pre-come.
“No underwear, Doctor?” A cocky grin spread my cheeks.
“Hush, you need rewarding, little one.” His hands pushed into my hair, consuming me, enveloping me, pulling me down onto his gorgeous dick.
I slid down his girth, hollowing my cheeks and fisting him at the root before sliding back up to the soft tip. I tongued the rim, flicking across the heavy vein that ran down its length, before sucking down his shaft and back up again. His fingers twitched, his grunts heavy, pummeling straight to my core as my thighs soaked with arousal.
Turning him on like this fueled my own passion, drove me insane with need, made me want to watch him come and then come again under my hands.
“Carly, fucking Christ, your lips are magic.” He pulled me up his body, lips attaching to mine in an all-consuming kiss. Our tongues twisted, our mouths fucking as we took and gave and forgot where he and I began and ended. “I need to be inside you.”
“God, yes, Thorn,” I breathed, clutching at his shoulders.
“But I have to tell you first, I don’t have a condom. I didn’t think this would happen here…but I’m clean, Carly. I’ve got the test results at home—you can see them in the morning if you want.”
“Results? Home? In the morning?” I hung suspended in his arms, legs hitched around his waist, my cunt throbbing between my thighs, thinking about him inside me.
“I want to fuck you, Carly. Badly. Right now.” He caught my lip with his teeth as he teased. “If you don’t want to fuck without a condom, I swear we’ll leave right now and run to the pharmacy and grab a box. But if you’re good—”