So I decided to go for it.
“It’s not fair, you know,” I said as I sauntered toward him.
He glanced up and gave me a head-to-toe inspection before the concern in his eyes melted into warmth. “You’re feeling better.”
“Yes, thanks to you.” I walked behind the desk, grabbed on to the armrests of his fancy office chair and spun him around to face me.
He seemed curious about my invading his space, but he merely quirked his eyebrow in the way that made me want to lick him all over.
I whispered, “Ask me.”
“Ask you what?”
“Ask me why I said it’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair, Lennox?”
“This.” I gestured to incorporate all of him. “You, being the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. You being the smartest man I’ve ever met. I can even forgive you for covering up your smoking hot body because no other man wears a suit as well as you do. No one.”
He waited for me to continue, because he knew I wasn’t done.
“But then I wake up, in your bed, after you cared for me so sweetly, and my skin smells like you, my hair smells like you and all I want is you. So I come out here and find you still wearing that suit that drives me wild. Not only that, you’re wearing glasses.”
Brady’s hand immediately went up to his face as if he was surprised—or maybe embarrassed—that he’d been caught with them on.
I stayed his hand. “Huh-uh. Leave. Them. On.”
“Why?”
“Because it makes you even more appealing to me, Mr. Lund. That is what tipped me over the edge.”
His gaze zoomed to my cleavage so he didn’t see it coming when I climbed on his lap. I kissed his mouth. Then his nose. Then I very carefully took off his glasses. “Tell me no if you don’t want this.”
His hands moved up my thighs and around my hips to cup my behind. Then he pulled me closer to his body. “You really think I’m going to say no?”
“I didn’t want to assume.”
He laughed softly.
I kissed him. And kept kissing him as he unbuttoned my blouse, as he unsnapped my bra, as he thrilled me with the greedy touch of his big hands on my breasts and my belly. He shimmied my skirt up my thighs and his fingers slipped between them. He groaned against my lips when he found me hot and wet. His groan turned into a growl when I reached down and squeezed his rigid shaft.
Brady kissed a path down my chest and latched on to my nipple. With his teeth.
That made me crazy.
He licked and sucked, bit and nibbled and had me ready to crawl out of my skin; all the while he kept up the maddening—and sometimes fleeting—strokes over my aching flesh.
The temperature in the room had increased by about a thousand degrees. We were both sweating, panting, straining, and it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
Then Brady’s hand was in my hair and he yanked my mouth back down to his. His kiss revealed the same desperation that was consuming me.
“Lennox—” He panted against my throat. “Turn around.”
Wait. Was he—?
“Bend over the desk.”
Oh. My. God. I almost came right then.
Brady Lund was really doing it. Giving in to passion. Not giving a damn about the proper way we should make love for the first time. Not giving a damn that I’d probably knock all of his important papers off the desk when he slammed into me on that first thrust. He wanted me fast, he wanted me hard and he wanted me now.
I scrambled off his lap so quickly I almost fell on my butt.
He steadied me, his eyes hot enough to scorch my skin. He jammed his hand into his pants pocket and pulled out his wallet. From that wallet he fished out a lone condom.
I said the first thing that popped into my head. “Just one?”
“I didn’t want to assume.” Then he gave me that nipple-tightening, panty-dropping grin.
And it was one of the sexiest things I’d ever witnessed, Brady holding that condom between his teeth as he undid his belt and dropped his trousers. He lifted that sexy brow, an unspoken question blazing in his blue eyes: What are you waiting for?
I turned around.
But before I could figure out what to do with my hands, or how far I was supposed to lean over, Brady’s chest connected with my back. He nudged my hair aside with an openmouthed kiss as he peeled my blouse down to expose more skin. Then he placed my left hand on the edge of his desk, anchoring me there with his left hand.
He didn’t tell me what to do; he just positioned me how he liked. Nudging my legs apart, sliding his right hand between my hip bones and canting my pelvis. I felt the tip of him press against me once, then twice, and gasped when all that smooth male hardness filled me.
His breath was hot against my neck as he started to move.