“Chocolate is no substitute for sex.” And she’d only had a couple sips. The effect was all from Joe. To have the guy she’d felt the first stirrings of lust for finally be hard against her? Total turn-on.
He chuckled again. But his emerald eyes glinted with something harder.
“All right then.” He palmed her butt, massaging her against him. “Kiss me.”
Heat balled in her lower belly. “Now?”
“You’re the one who’s so keen on first base.” His gaze lowered, focusing on her mouth. His voice lowered too. “And there’s nothing sexier than red, puffy lips—and knowing I’m the one who made them that swollen and sensitive.”
Oh my.
He lifted his gaze back to hers. “Give me a taste of what might come later. A flash that’s going to leave me wanting.”
Oh hell. How was she to manage that? Her mind blanked. Where were all the data she’d accrued? He was such a tease.
Tease.
She had the answer.
She untangled herself from his encircling arms and held the steaming cup out of harm’s way as she studied that mouth of his—full, slightly parted, and begging to be nibbled on. And she already knew how wickedly he could work his tongue. Her own lips parted and she rose on tiptoe, pressed ever so slightly closer.
But at the last second she pulled back. And then looked up at him.
He was standing like a rock—waiting. Watching.
She smiled at him, but before he could open his mouth and say anything, she reached up and did it again. A flyby of lips. An almost-kiss. A withdrawal at the last second.
A tease.
She watched him, saw the gleam in his eye. He knew she was about to do it again, so what was he going to do about it?
Anticipation swelling, she rose onto tiptoe to bring her lips to within kissing distance of his one more time. Only he put his hand to the back of her head and held her there—all stretched up on tiptoe.
“Are you playing chicken with me?” he asked so very softly. Lethally.
She froze, a whisper away. The warmth of his breath skittered over her sensitive lips.
“Because I’m no chicken,” he warned. “Are you?”
Not this second. This second she wanted to kiss him.
“Stop toying, Abbi. Kiss me.”
Now that wasn’t a playful request. That was a blunt demand that promised retribution if it wasn’t obeyed.
Excitement poured through her veins, obliterating all thought.
She tossed the paper cup over her shoulder, barely hearing the splash as the remaining hot chocolate hit the ground. She flattened her hands on his broad chest, then reached up, straining high to press her body against his—big breasts to flat chest, stomach to steel abs, soft mound to hard cock. She looped her arms around his neck, liking the way it made her nipples rub against his tee. She lifted her chin and brushed her lips over his again.
His hand tangled in her hair, holding it right by the roots so she couldn’t turn her head to the left or the right. His other hand slammed right around the curve of her butt. He lifted her higher and ground her against him. He was a wall of heat and strength.
His lips came down hard, and his tongue swept into her mouth and stroked first shallowly, then deeply, moving in lush, claiming circles. He explored ruthlessly, holding her so tightly she could barely breathe. Not that she cared.
He was so overwhelming. He nipped, then sucked on her lip. His actions were strong, powerful, and hard.
She melted against him, glad of the physical support he gave her. It was all she could do to stay upright. She was so hot, so wet. She ached to be naked beneath him while he thrust in and out of her. She moaned as the full force of her hunger hit. All the frustration and pent-up excitement from the night before slammed into her. She tightened her grip, hauling herself higher up his body, wriggling to get closer still.
But he lifted his mouth. “How’s that systems upgrade going?”
“Um…” Systems upgrade? She struggled to switch her brain back to functioning. “I’m done for the day.”
“Then come with me.”
Yes, please. “I just need to make sure the office is secure.”
“I’ll wait here.” He lowered her and pushed her away. “Be quick.”
Dazed, Abbi bent and grabbed the paper cup from the pavement. She scrunched it as she took it inside the building and dropped it into the trash. Then she ran.
When she reemerged from the building less than five minutes later, he was exactly where she’d left him. Only he looked a little steamed and sweaty again. She raised her brows at him.
“I ran up and down the street to work off some energy.”
He didn’t want to conserve it for her?
He laughed, obviously reading her expression. “Trust me, Abbi. I’ll see you sated.”