Talking Dirty with the CEO(39)

Yet she found herself wanting to draw it out, tease him even more.

“Do it,” he ordered roughly as her hands lingered on him. “I need you now.”

I need you now.

A demand she’d give in to every time.

Christie lifted herself up, positioning him, then she sank down onto him. He was big and hard, and he stretched her, making her tremble, making her grasp.

He groaned her name, his head falling back, his hands gripping her hips tight. She began to move on him, a deep, slow rhythm that had her panting, the tight burn of pleasure starting again, becoming more intense with every lift of her hips.

Joseph shifted, one hand sliding up her spine under her T-shirt, pressing her close, while the other gripped the back of her head. Then he pulled her mouth down on his, hard and hot and demanding, the flex of his hips driving her further and further into madness. Further and further into pleasure.

Until everything fell away and there was nothing left in the whole universe to hold on to. Nothing except him.





Chapter Eight

Joseph picked up his wallet and keys from the table in Christie’s living room and paused, staring at the half-built computer sitting on the top of it.

You’re a jerk, you know that?

Yeah, he did. He’d awoken early and since Christie was fast asleep, he’d slid out of bed and dressed. Saturday mornings he always got up early to ride the mountain bike trails in Woodhill Forest because if he didn’t expend some energy, he found his concentration was useless the whole weekend.

He hadn’t planned on waking her to say good-bye. Why make things awkward for both of them? They’d agreed on one more night and that’s what they had. And now it was over.

You’re still a jerk.

Joseph cursed and glanced back down the hallway to where Christie’s bedroom was.

That’s just the way he was. Just the way his ADHD had made him. Which was why he chose women who didn’t care. Who didn’t want anything more than he did and who didn’t get hurt when he left.

Women who weren’t Christie.

Because she would be hurt if he left. Yeah, she definitely would. Under those tough clothes, that sometimes defensive shell, she was vulnerable.

Vulnerable in a way none of his other lovers were. Which made being with her playing with fire.

His gaze lingered on the circuits and wires of the computer on the table.

He’d sat beside her last night for a whole hour playing with that thing and talking. Enjoying every second of it. He hadn’t done that for pure enjoyment’s sake since he’d been a kid. Then her shy admission that she liked being with him… It had touched him.

He’d never had a woman tell him that before. Oh, they enjoyed the orgasms he gave them and the drinks he bought them, but that was it. Then again, it wasn’t as if he gave them a chance to get to know him anyway, since sitting and chatting wasn’t his thing.

At least it hadn’t been till Christie.

No, he should go. It would be easier if he did.

But you don’t want to. You like her too much.

Yeah. He did. Bugger it. He didn’t want to go just yet.

Turning from the computer, he went down the hallway and into the bedroom.

Christie lay on her front, her head buried in the pillows. Her hair, spread over the white linen, had gone a deep red in the morning sunlight coming through the windows, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. Sleep always gave the illusion of vulnerability, but he knew with Christie there was no illusion.

He went over to the bed and sat on the edge, watching her sleeping face. Strange, mysterious female. With her blushes and contrasting toughness, interspersed with flashes of temper that hinted at a passionate nature kept hidden. A puzzle he wanted to solve. A delicate piece of electronics he wanted to figure out.

He’d never experienced such a curiosity about anyone before. Never ever. It made something inside him settle and become quiet. All the restless energy channeled into focus.

Reaching out, he lightly ran a finger over one pale shoulder.

She gave a soft growl in response, then opened one eye.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured.

The eye blinked, then the other one opened. Then she turned on her side, looking at him. “You’re still here,” she said in that husky voice he was coming to like rather more than was good for him.

“Yeah, but not for much longer. I’ve got a few things to do.”

She gave a groan and looked at the clock on the nightstand. “It’s 7:00 a.m. and you’re doing stuff already? Why are you even awake? Actually, more to the point, why am I awake?” She rolled onto her back, pulling the sheet up over her head, cursing.

“Christie.”

The sheet lowered. “What?”

“I have to go.”