Tempting the New Boss(34)

He unzipped her jeans then dipped his hand inside to where she was hot and bare.

“Commando,” she whispered, and he didn’t bother to point out he’d never heard the term. He knew what she meant. “You ripped my panties off. Remember?”

“And you didn’t have any others in that suitcase of yours?”

“Shut up!” She laughed.

He slowly unpeeled her jeans, kissing her silky abdomen as he did so, straying to the light curls at the top of her thighs, darker than her hair but proof positive she was a natural blonde indeed. He left the wet jeans on the floor. “Take your sweater off.”

Her breath came faster, and her eyes were a dark blue in the firelight, not light as they usually were. He could see her fighting with herself for a second, and he held his breath, but she pulled the fuzzy pink wool over her head. He slid his palms between her bare legs, widening her stance. “Now your blouse,” he whispered, pressing his lips to her puffy clit, which tasted so sweet and tangy. She moaned and when he glanced up, her eyes were closed, her head back. “Go on, Camilla.”

She opened her eyes and looked down at him, unbuttoning her blouse quickly. After tossing it away, she used her hands to unclasp her bra without further instruction as he stroked her lightly between her thighs, along her wet core. Then she was naked in front of him in the firelight. There for him to touch and kiss and fuck, her creamy full breasts tipped with dark pink nipples inches from his mouth.

“You, too, now. I want to see you naked,” she said in a breathy voice, and he stood, urging her onto her back on the cot.

“Okay.” He yanked off his shirt, his pants and briefs gone as quickly, and then reached for a condom in the spread out jacket as she lifted her shoulder to accommodate him. Resting one knee on the bed, he ripped open the condom and rolled it on. “But I’m on top this time.”



God, he had been on top from the moment she gave in to his dark blue eyes and black, unruly curls, even wilder from the damp. And as to his talented hands and mouth… How had she ever thought he was clueless? Whatever else her boss may have been oblivious to in life—manners, cultural references, friends and family—he knew his way around women. And she didn’t want to think right now about why that was.

She didn’t want to feel bad about anything, as she had for those first few minutes after the plane landed, worrying about something that didn’t even matter, about who was brave and who wasn’t, when all that mattered was that they had survived. She wanted to feel this magic they unexpectedly had together, him moving inside her, kissing her, loving her, making her feel so alive she could not have imagined being so close to death only hours before. She wanted him, no matter how it ended up when they made it back to the real world.

He started to climb on top of her as she lay on the cot, and she sat up, a palm to his chest, halting him. “Not so fast.”

He sat back on his haunches, his hard cock rearing up at her, while she smiled and ran her hand lightly along the top of his broad shoulders and down his muscular chest where just a dusting of black hair stretched from each copper nipple and in a thin strip down his flat abs, a perfect six pack. “Now I get to look, too.”

Skimming her fingertips from his chest to his narrow hips, the top of his muscular thighs, she said, “How does a guy who works at a desk all the time get such a hot body?”

“Genetics, I guess. Sperm donor, remember?” He sounded hoarse and eager and not content to let her be the only one looking and touching. Whatever pins remained in her hair came tumbling out with his quick fingers tugging down the remnants of the bun. He spread her hair over her shoulders and down her back, where it fell almost to her waist. “Look at you. I didn’t know all this was waiting for me.” Burying his face in her hair, he cupped her breasts, heavy with wanting him, and she arched against him as he pushed her down again, his hot ready cock burning against her thigh.

Shoving a leg between her knees, he opened her wide, and a sharp pang of pleasure wrenched another moan from her as he brought his mouth to one breast. Her fingers were in his hair as he licked and sucked her sensitive nipples, first one, then the other.

“You taste so good,” he murmured against her skin as she arched, his hand between her thighs now, teasing her clit. “And down here, you’re so wet. I want to taste you all over.”

He moved his mouth lower, to the underside of her breast, her ribs, and then the curve of her hip, warm tingling kisses that she welcomed with breathy hums of encouragement. When he set his mouth between her thighs, she cried out, the black curls silky against her fingers, his mouth hot and insistent. Though she had her eyes closed, she concentrated on the sensation of his finger sliding inside her, the pressure of a second along with the coordinated work of his tongue sending her close to the edge.