She turned her head back toward him enough that he could kiss her. But this time, the kiss wasn’t slow or gentle. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he devoured her. Jesus. She tasted sweet, like fruit and candy and summer.
His hands skated down her abdomen to her legs and back up again. And she moaned when his fingers touched the insides of her thighs.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Why do you always ask questions you know the answers to?” Her voice was playful, and it only turned him on more.
“Because I like to hear the answers,” he replied. “I like to know what I do to you.” His mouth moved to her bare shoulder and then to her bicep as he lifted her arms above her head. “So tell me,” he urged. “What do I do to you?”
Siobhan turned to face him, her body still moving to the rhythm as she slid her arms around his neck and pressed her chest against him. She tilted her head back so she could look up at him. “You want to know what you do to me, do you?” she teased.
Derick nodded slowly before dropping his forehead to hers.
“You drive me completely nuts,” she answered.
Derick smiled. That wasn’t news to him.
Her expression morphed slowly into a more serious one. “You make me feel things I didn’t know I was capable of feeling.”
Derick pressed an innocent kiss on her lips.
“You dominate my mind. And my body.”
That thought had Derick’s erection stiffen harder against her. “I wanna do that right now,” he said.
Siobhan bit her lip and slid her hands down Derick’s arms until her fingers intertwined with his. “Follow me,” she said, turning toward the hallway that led to the kitchen.
Siobhan opened a door off to the side, and Derick entered behind her. He didn’t even stop to take in much of the office they were in before he was on her, pressing her against a wall, his mouth roaming all over her skin with heated urgency.
She was always so quick to respond. God, he loved that about her. How just the slightest touch would have her moaning and begging for more. “I need this,” she said, gripping the hard bulge in Derick’s pants.
Just that small bit of contact had him ready to explode.
Siobhan moved her other hand down, undoing his pants and sliding her palm over his boxers. She gripped him through the fabric, massaging his shaft and moving around his tip, which was already slick with his need for her.
The groans that came out of him were wild and unrestrained. For a few minutes, they were like teenagers, their hands caressing, groping each other frantically, like they couldn’t get enough. Then Derick’s hands were on her ass, hiking up her tight dress so he could rub the smoothness of her skin. With one quick movement, he lifted her off the ground, opening his eyes just long enough to carry her over to the large mahogany desk in the middle of the room.
Shoving some papers out of the way before her body made contact with the wood, he set her down on the desk.
When her hands went back to his cock, Derick nearly lost it. The urge to come was almost unbearable.
Her eyes were fixed on him as he pulled the fabric down to free himself, his cock heavy in his hand. His hands moved to her thighs, pulling her toward him suddenly so that the tip of his dick touched the lace of her thong.
God, he wanted her. He could feel how wet she was even through the fabric. The sounds that came from her—shallow pants and gentle whimpers—had him grinding against her until he couldn’t take it anymore.
Derick pulled her off the desk and spun her around to face it, his shaft pressing into the crease of her ass.
“Jesus, Derick, I love that.” She was already bent over the desk, her hands gripping the edge in front of her as she ground back into him. “Fuck me. Please.” She huffed. “I can’t take much more of this.”
That was all Derick needed to hear before he shoved her panties to the side and thrust into her hard, feeling the warm, soft flesh inside her stroking him. With every drive, he jerked her hips toward him, pushing deeper each time, until he was practically lost inside her.
His eyes raked over her body, from the taut muscles of her back down to the curves of her hips. He withdrew almost completely and gave her ass a sharp crack with his palm.
Obviously not expecting it, she seemed to startle at the contact, but her satisfied moan told him she enjoyed it.
His movements grew faster, wilder, with each and every thrust inside her. He could feel his orgasm sliding down his spine, and he knew he couldn’t hold off much longer. Especially when he could feel Siobhan tightening around his cock as she got closer, too.
“Touch me,” she said. Her voice was small, a soft plea for him to give her what she needed. And Derick intended to. He slid a hand around her hip until his fingers reached their destination. He moved them in soft circles over her clit, causing her body to nearly quake from the contact.
“Yes. God, yes.” She let out the words between heavy breaths as she rubbed herself against his hand.
He gave a few more hard thrusts before Siobhan screamed out, her body shaking with her release. At last he could allow himself to let go, to pound into her with unrestrained force until he came. His cock pulsed inside her as long bursts of semen shot from him. It was harder than he’d come in a while, and his legs nearly gave out beneath him with his release.
Before he withdrew from her, he placed a light kiss on her neck. “We should get back out there,” he said. “The girls will probably wonder what we’re doing.”
Siobhan’s lip quirked up into a hint of a smirk. “Oh, I think they have a pretty good idea,” she said.
And then Derick was smiling, too.
Chapter 22
Siobhan felt Derick tighten his grip around her and press his nose into her hair. She wiggled against him, and he chuckled. “I guess that means you’re awake.”
She turned toward him and smoothed a hand up and down his chest. “Yup.” She gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Last night was fun.”
Derick smiled. “Which part?”
“Every part.”
He pulled her flush against him. “That’s what I like to hear.” He began placing kisses along her jaw.
Siobhan sighed in contentment. “I forgot how much fun New York can be.”
Derick pulled back and looked at her. “We’ve had some good times here.”
She smiled. “We have.” She left the words but we’ve had more bad ones unspoken, though she wondered if Derick’s mind had gone there, too.
“We should stay.”
“What?” Her body tightened with tension.
He moved a hand to her ribs and dug in slightly, making her writhe and laugh. “Not like that. I mean we should stay a few more days. Do some of the things we never got to do before.”
She thought for a minute. Before was a loaded word that encompassed so many things. Before she’d left him. Before she’d run from New York. Before she’d lost herself and escaped to Detroit to reclaim who she was. Before he’d found her. Before she’d realized that loving—and being loved by—Derick was something she didn’t want to be without ever again. “Okay.”
Derick looked surprised. “Really?”
“Yeah, why not? I’m in no hurry to get back. So if you have the time, I have the time.”
“Great.” He smiled against her lips as he pressed them together. His hands started to roam over her body, and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her.
She began gyrating against him, reveling in the feel of his hard cock against her belly. She wrapped one leg around him in an attempt to get closer. Just as she got him right where she needed him most, his phone rang.
“You getting that?” she breathed into his ear.
“Hell, no,” he replied before sucking on the soft skin of her neck.
The ringing stopped, only to start up again.
Siobhan rolled onto her back. “You’d better get it.”
Derick sighed and reached for his phone on the bedside tabl
e. He looked at the screen and then sat up quickly. He glanced over at her. “I need to take this.”
“Okay,” Siobhan said, drawing the word out as she watched him get out of bed and walk toward the bedroom door. Her brow furrowed. She couldn’t remember a time when Derick had avoided taking a call in front of her before.
He said a clipped “Hello” into the phone before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.
Chapter 23
“I’m sorry to bother you, Mr. Miller. But we’ve got a small problem.”
Derick rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. “It’s no problem, Liza. What’s the issue?”
“The men you hired never showed up. The project isn’t even close to being finished, and we’re running out of time.”
Derick pinched the bridge of his nose. He really didn’t need this shit right now. Especially not with Siobhan in the next room. “Do you know anyone else who can do the job? Money isn’t an issue. I want this finished. Yesterday.”
“I could make some calls,” Liza said.
“Good. Tell them there’s a bonus in it for them if they make it their top priority.”
“You got it.”
“Send me an e-mail with the information for the new firm.”
“Will do. Enjoy your day, Mr. Miller.”
“You too, Liza.” Derick disconnected the call and tossed the phone onto the couch.
Closing his eyes, he let out another sigh and willed the irritation out of his body. Once he was calm, he returned to the bedroom. And to a confused-looking Siobhan. Shit.
“Everything okay?” she asked, a wariness in her voice he wished he could relieve with the truth, but that was definitely not an option.
Plastering a smile onto his face, Derick slipped back into bed. “Sure. Just some drama with an app I’m helping develop. The creators are a bunch of drama queens.”
Siobhan nodded, but it was slow and mechanical.
The last thing he wanted was to cause Siobhan to doubt him. He’d have to get her mind off it by other means.
He pulled her to him, and she obliged, sprawling half on top of him. “Now, where were we?”
Her lips quirked. “I’m not sure I remember.”
Derick’s eyes widened in mock surprise. “Was I that forgettable?”
She smiled as she stroked a hand down his cheek. “Nothing about you is forgettable.”
Knowing his words would only ruin the moment, Derick tangled his hands in her hair and pulled her lips to his. There wasn’t any urgency to the kiss. Their tongues danced together in a slow rhythm, soft moans punctuating the otherwise silent moment.
Derick rolled so Siobhan was under him before grabbing both of her hands and pinning them above her head. “Keep those there. I’m going to explore every inch of your body with my mouth, and I don’t want to be distracted.”
Siobhan groaned her acquiescence, her body bowing off the mattress as he trailed his fingertips along her skin.
He kissed and sucked on her neck before moving lower to nip at her collarbone. His large hands massaged her breasts before his mouth descended lower to lick her nipples. He flicked at them with his tongue, making her arch her spine and push her breasts toward him. He sucked the hard peaks into his mouth, causing her to gasp and writhe beneath him.
“Oh, my God, Derick. I need…” she panted.
He lifted his head slightly. “What do you need, Siobhan? Tell me.”
“More.”
“More of this?” he asked as he drew her nipple back into his mouth and his hand fondled the other.
Siobhan whimpered. “Of everything.”
Derick smiled against her skin. “Don’t worry, baby. I know what you need.” His hand continued to pinch her nipple while he licked a path down to her belly button. He placed kisses on the taut flesh of her stomach, but he didn’t linger long. This wasn’t where she needed him.
When he finally reached her clit, he wasted no time in darting his tongue out to taste her there.
Once he made contact with the most erotic part of her, he felt her body tighten, saw her hands clamp down on the pillow above her head, and heard the soft “Oh, yes” that whispered past her lips.
He began to lick between her folds, sensing the orgasm building in the way her body responded to his attention. He wanted her climax on his tongue. Wanted to feel her lose control.
“I’m so close.”
Derick hummed, a sensation Siobhan clearly liked, if her loud moan was any indication. He smoothed his hand up her thigh and brought it to her apex.
He dragged his thumb through her crease a few times before pushing it inside her. She let out a hoarse yell as he pumped his finger in and out of her while his mouth sucked harder on her clit.
Siobhan wriggled against his mouth, her breaths coming out in harsh gasps. She stilled briefly, and then shudders racked her body.
He continued to lick her, causing her to keep convulsing beneath him. When she relaxed into the mattress, he placed one last kiss on her before moving up her body.
She moved her hands and pushed them into his hair as he guided his cock into her. He was so turned-on it wasn’t going to take him long to come.
He pumped into her, his hands digging into her hips to pull her into his thrusts.
“Yes. Come inside me, Derick.”
Those words were all he needed. He thrust deep one last time as his dick pulsed his release into her.
He felt her come again, her walls flexing around his cock, helping to milk him dry. He thrust lightly a few more times, his lips taking hers in a punishing kiss filled with all the love he felt for her.
When their kisses had grown lazy and their breathing had returned to normal, Siobhan met his eyes and smiled. “There’s one thing I’ll say about New York. We have some epic sex here.”
Derick joined in her laughter before interlacing his fingers with hers. “I’m pretty sure we have epic sex everywhere.”
Siobhan leaned up to kiss him, the smile on her lips letting him know she agreed.
Chapter 24
Reaching out to grasp Derick’s outstretched hands, Siobhan cautiously pulled herself up into a standing position. She brushed the ice off her butt with one of her hands, while she kept a tight grip on Derick with the other. It was a routine she’d perfected over the last half hour or so while Derick tried to teach her to ice-skate. But that last attempt would be the last time she’d try to skate on her own without holding on to Derick.
She looked around at all the people on the rink, some of them children. “I feel like ice-skating is probably one of those things that you can’t learn after a certain age. Like learning a foreign language or something.”
Looking amused, Derick cocked his head to the side and smiled as he skated backward to guide Siobhan on the ice. “That’s not true. Anyone can learn to skate. It’s like riding a bike.”
Siobhan steadied herself as she found her balance for the moment. “Don’t even think about suddenly letting go. My dad did that when I first learned to ride a bike, and when I realized he wasn’t holding on, I tipped over and cracked my head on the concrete of the church parking lot where we were practicing.”
“Seriously?” Derick asked, and he glanced behind himself to make sure he wasn’t going to run into anyone.
Siobhan nodded. “That’s how I got this.” She began to pull her hand from Derick’s to touch the small indentation on her forehead right below her hairline, but she thought better of it. “I’ll have to show you later,” she said, laughing.
Derick squeezed her hands tighter and gave her a comforting smile. “I promise I won’t let go.”
His words soothed her. Not just because he wouldn’t leave her to fend for herself on this slippery death trap but because she liked the idea of Derick holding on to her forever.
“I wouldn’t want to traumatize all the children who would be forced to skate past your blood,” Derick said, causing Siobhan to laugh out loud. They skated a little farther, and he asked, �
��So are you ready to kill me yet for making you come here?”
Siobhan’s eyes narrowed. “I plan to take my revenge on you later tonight,” she replied. But the truth was, despite falling on her ass in front of countless strangers, she was having a great time and was glad Derick had remembered that he’d wanted to take her skating at Rockefeller Center. She’d left New York without doing so many of the things the city had to offer.
Eventually, Siobhan let Derick release one of his hands so he could skate beside her. The two moved slowly, though still a little fast for Siobhan, whose legs wobbled beneath her. “What’s next?” she asked, curious about Derick’s plans, since he had wanted the day to be a surprise. Yesterday had been Siobhan’s choice: the Guggenheim, Little Italy, and the Russian Tea Room.
“You’re ready to call it quits already?” he asked, nodding toward her skates.
“It’s probably best if I stop before I break anything.”
“Fair enough,” Derick said. “You did pretty well. Thanks for trying it.”
Siobhan let go of his hand as they approached the side of the rink. She was thankful as soon as her skates touched ground that didn’t feel slick. “It was fun. I actually did better than I thought I would.” They sat down to take their skates off and put their shoes back on. “I’m just happy you didn’t rent out the whole rink for some private lesson or something. The last thing I needed was everyone with a window seat in a restaurant watching me plop down like a toddler taking her first steps.”
Derick laughed. “You know, I did actually consider renting it out. But it’s Rockefeller Center. You gotta have other people there to get the full experience.”
Siobhan smiled in agreement. Would she really come back a few weeks from now to visit again? If she didn’t see the tree lighting this year, then would it be next year? Would she still be with Derick in this semi–long distance relationship a year from now?
She certainly couldn’t picture her life without him. But was it realistic to think that they could continue this way indefinitely, with Derick flying to Detroit every chance he got and Siobhan coming to visit in New York on occasion? She shook her head slightly, deciding she’d rather not think about that right now.
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