Silent No More(17)

I kiss him.

Grabbing his shoulders, pulling him closer to me, our lips meet for the first time. I must have startled him because he jumps, but the tension he's holding starts to expel from his body as he starts kissing me back. His lips are warm and soft against mine. I let my lips part, his tongue dives into my mouth, intertwining with mine. He bites my lower lip softly. I’m lost in the sensation. I finally understand what people mean when they talk about earth-shattering kisses.

Wow…I mean, really, WOW! The man could win a talent award for this. It’s like he’s drinking me in through his lips and tongue. He pulls away far too quickly; both of us already breathless, but I want more. I need more of him.

“You’ve had a long night and need some sleep,” he says, his voice husky.

Screw that.

I wrap my legs around his waist as he starts to back up. Using my calves to pull him back to me causes my dress to ride up further, revealing a peek of my black silk panties. He looks down, between us, between my legs. He places his hands on each side of my thighs, touching my bare skin. It feels incredible. It makes me want him even more.

“Please, don’t stop.” My voice is low and sounds needy. I can feel the hardness in his pants against my now moist center. It’s straining against those pants wanting to be released. He wants this too. He wants me as much as I want him. The anger in his eyes has been replaced with lust.

“Shannon, we have to stop now, or I’ll never be able to stop. I don’t have that kind of willpower. I’ve wanted you for far too fucking long.” He rubs his thumbs over my heated skin.

“Don’t make me beg,” I whisper. I want this more than anything I’ve ever wanted. I can’t explain, and to be honest, I don’t give a shit at this point. I want to be filled and I will beg him if I have to. I need him inside me. There is an ache between my legs that needs the relief only he can provide me.

He looks at me through dark, hooded eyes. “Oh, baby,” he says as he lifts me onto his waist, pulling me into a deep kiss. While holding me up with one hand under my butt and the other at the small of my back, he walks us out of the kitchen. As he’s walking through the living area, his hand moves up my back, finding my zipper, pulling it down to its end.

I’m unbuttoning his dress shirt at a rapid pace. Damn buttons. As we reach the door to the bedroom, he doesn’t take his mouth from mine and he doesn’t move his hands. He kicks the door open and takes us through. I think I hear the sound of wood breaking, as the door swings open, hitting the wall behind it.

When he nears the bed he stops and I unwrap my legs as he slowly stands me up, breaking our kissing session. I’m looking up at him again as I pull the bottom of his shirt out of his pants, sliding it off his shoulders. It falls somewhere on the ground, but he doesn’t care. As I grab for his belt, he reaches for my hand, stopping my progress. I glance up confused.

“Baby, slow down; I plan on enjoying every moment of this, every fucking inch of you. I’ve waited too long to rush to the finish line now,” he says as he pushes my dress down slowly so it pools on the floor. I step out of it.

“What do you mean you’ve waited too long? We’ve only known each other a little over twenty-four hours. That’s the second time you’ve said that tonight,” I say as I stand on my tiptoes kissing his neck. At the same time, going back to undoing the buckle on his belt, tugging it out of his pants.

I, on the other hand, am in a bit of a rush. This is completely out of character for me. If I give myself too long to think about this, I may end it, and right now, that is the last thing I want to do. I’m still curious though.

I place my heels back on the ground and look up at him waiting for an answer. He drops to his knees in front of me; his hands on my hips. He looks up at me when he responds.

“Six months. I’ve wanted you for six long fucking months. The first time I saw you I knew I had to have you.” He starts to trail kisses all over my stomach.

Huh?

His lips feel so good against my skin.

“Where did you see me? Here at The Cove?” I ask as he starts lowering each stocking, one at time. I don’t want to ruin the mood, but I need to know this. Why has he never said anything to me? Why have I never seen him? I would remember meeting Nick.

Right?

I should probably be creeped out by him admitting he’s been watching me for six months, but I’m not.

“No, my office.” He starts kissing the top of my left thigh, moving up to my hipbone, and then across my belly.

I wrack my brain trying to think where, but I’ve been in lots of offices in the last six months. Now, he’s kissing down the other side until he reaches my right thigh. I lose my train of thought. Those damn lips of his. I run my finger through his hair. His hair is soft and feels like silk gliding through my fingers. I tug softly.