Before she could catch her breath, his tongue slipped inside her. With each probing lick his thumb rubbed over her clit. The dueling sensations sent a whip of pure pleasure rocketing through her. Her head knocked against the door as her knees buckled.
Still he didn’t stop. His hand and mouth kept up the sweet torment. When he slid a second finger inside her sensitized flesh, her hips lifted away from the door. Blood raced through her until her lower body thumped and her thighs clamped over his hand.
With one last sweep of his tongue the pressure building inside her exploded. Her shoulders hit against the door with a loud thud, but she barely heard it over the roaring in her ears. Her bones turned to mush as her internal muscles tightened one last time. Nothing around her mattered but the feel of his fingers and the wave of relaxation engulfing her.
When she opened her eyes again, the room blurred. Slowly his desk chair across the room came into focus then his face was in front of hers.
The tracks from her fingers still showed in his ruffled hair but the tense lines around his mouth had eased. Something in his face seemed softer, as if the pressure of work and the people who depended on him had lifted, if only for a second.
She couldn’t think of anything else to say, so she went with the obvious. "Wow."
A warm smile lit up his face. "I was going to say damn, but wow works for me."
She leaned all of her weight hard against the door, surrounded by his body with his hands on either side of her head. She would have straightened up or said something witty but she didn’t have the strength for either.
Somehow her brain signaled her hand to move. She gave a playful pull on the bottom of his tie. "You didn't even wrinkle your suit."
"I came in it, does that count?"
She glanced down, stunned to see a small dark circle on his pants. "When did you-"
"Hasn’t happened since high school." He leaned in and kissed her. Let his lips wander over hers until her breathing hiccupped in her chest. "You are potent."
The shocks kept coming. The idea that this man, this strong and commanding man, would let her know she could affect him on that level left her breathless. He didn't have to act all macho, as if he could control his feelings. Of all the things she found attractive about him, she could now add self-confidence and selflessness in the bedroom to the list.
He traced a finger over her necklace. "What are you thinking? That sexy smile looks downright dangerous."
"Are you worried?"
"More like ready." He nibbled on the corner of her mouth.
"Good."
"What room?"
The sensual haze he spun around her faded. "What?"
"The next time I touch you, I want you naked, which means we need a room. Your hotel is closer than my house, so give me the room number."
She didn't play games or pretend to be confused. "Eight-eighteen."
Before she could say anything else, he reached down and pushed her skirt back into a respectable position. Smug satisfaction played on his lips as he stepped back. His gaze wandered over her, heating every inch in its path.
"Do I look like I've been tumbled?" she joked, surprised her voice stayed steady since her emotions jumped around like crazed ping pong balls.
He winked. "Not yet, but you will."
Much more of this and she'd throw her body across his desk and screw the remaining rules. She swallowed a few times as she straightened out the new wrinkles in her skirt as much as possible. "I should be done here around seven."
"You have until five." He walked to the other side of his desk and stood at his chair. "I'll be at your door by five-fifteen."
He looked very much like the boss now. Squared shoulders and an adjustment of his tie and he'd morphed back into proper Matt Bradford, all-business and not line crossing. A man who looked but didn’t touch.
Now she knew better.
On the outside he exuded control and looked polished. On the inside he was a naughty boy with fingers that worked magic. The mix of want in his eyes and confidence in his step intrigued and compelled her.
But she still had work to do. "I can’t leave that early. And the idea of you cutting out at five? It will look…odd."
"Make up an excuse. I don’t care. You have until five-fifteen."
"Matt-"
"Five-fifteen." He picked up his phone, dismissing her. "And be naked except for the pearls."
Chapter Three
Her taste lingered on Matt's tongue for the rest of the day. Thanks to their office foreplay he'd spent most of the afternoon sitting in his chair. A few minutes in his private bathroom solved the wardrobe issues but not the constant state of semi-arousal. The need to finish what he started kicked in his gut for hours.
At five-fourteen he banged on her hotel room door and heard Kari shuffle around on the other side. Disappointment shot through him when she opened up wearing a dress. It was feminine and floaty with thin straps that highlighted her shoulders and enticing neck. Pretty but still not part of his fantasy.
He'd thought about her soft skin the entire drive over. Pale and smooth, her legs trembling as he brushed his fingertips over the tops of her thighs. The memory would stay with him forever.
She fiddled with her pearl necklace, twisting it between her fingers as she shifted in her bare feet. "Is anyone else out there?"
When he didn't answer her eyes widened in a look caught somewhere between desperation and command. Giving in, he glanced down the hall. "No, why?"
"Are you sure?" She continued to block his entrance, standing in the doorway and not showing any signs of moving.
Sure, he could push his way inside but he wanted an invitation. He had no clue what was going on in her head or what he had to do to get inside the damn room. "Kari, what's-"
The rest of the sentence skidded to a halt in his head. Heat flushed through him as she peeled the straps down her arms and let the top dip low. The slow striptease unveiled the creamy tops of her bare breasts while her hands hid the rest of her.
"Take it off." This time he stepped inside and slammed the door shut behind him. His brain screamed to touch her, but he waited. He didn't want to miss a second of the slow slide of clothing down her naked body. Whether he'd survive it was a different question. "Now, Kari."
Heat flared behind her eyes as she pushed the dress to her waist and let it pool on her hips. "Like this?"
"No. Don't hide from me." He slid his fingers around her wrist and pulled her arm away from her upper body. "I want to see all of you."
After a second of hesitation, she let her hands drop to her sides, revealing high, full breasts with nipples pulled tight and hard. She dipped and curved in all the right places. No skin and bones here. Instead of a scary ribcage, he saw sexy flesh.
Kari was pure woman, tempting and delicious.
"Beautiful," he whispered, desperate to be inside her.
Her skin flushed under his visual tour. "You’re a good man."
He had no idea what that meant. "That's funny because I'm in the mood to be very bad."
Words slurred on his tongue. Much more of her naked with no touching and he'd be babbling and begging. A replay of coming anywhere but inside her was not on the agenda.
With his hands on her hips, his palms smoothing over her silky skin, he backed her up to the queen-sized bed in the middle of the room. He cupped her full breasts, loving how she filled his hands and mumbled words of encouragement at his touch. When his mouth covered her, sliding his tongue over her nipple and sucking on her skin until a shiver ran through her, she whispered his name. The sound of her husky voice drove him wild.
She dragged his mouth up to hers and kissed him until the air sucked out of his lungs. He spread his fingers over her back and hugged her close. He didn't feel her hands on him until his tie came undone and the first few buttons of his shirt popped open.
Desperate for her, he pulled back only long enough to rip off his shirt and drop it to the floor. Before he could pull her in
to his arms again, she reached for his undershirt and peeled it over his head. Her fingers moved across his flesh, scalding him as she went. Everywhere she touched, his skin burst to life.
"I want you." He rubbed the pearls between his lips before edging the necklace aside to place small bites on the skin beneath.
"Yes." Her head fell to the side as her hands went to his belt. "God yes."
The thundering rush of his blood through his veins nearly knocked him over. A combination of adrenaline and need crashed through him until he wondered how he ever made it through that first day she walked in without dragging her down to his office carpet.
If she didn’t touch him soon his head would explode.
She slipped down, sitting on the bed between his legs with her palm shaping his erection through his pants. Back and forth, hard then gentle, she brushed over him. With each pass, his hips rose to meet her hand.
"Now, Kari. Really touch me." He wanted to be in her hand, her mouth, her body.
The sharp click of his zipper echoed through the room. With each tick his cock thickened. His body ached for her.
Then she was on him. Her fingers wrapped around him as her tongue licked his tip.
Seeing her below him, watching his cock disappear into her mouth, brought him right to the edge. Before he lost all common sense, he reached in his back pocket and grabbed for the condoms he'd tucked in there a few minutes before. He threw the packages on the bed.
Her hand quickened its pace as she glanced up at him. "Three?"
His breath pounded in his chest. "I can get more."
She shot him an inviting smile before leaning back on her elbows on the bed. With her knees raised, she hiked up her skirt, giving him a flirty peek at the top of her thighs.
The promise proved too much. He knew what she hid under the edge of the dress. Clingy, wet pleasure. Tight and ready, open for him.
As her hands teased him, inching her dress up and then pushing it back down, he dropped his pants and underwear to the floor. He didn’t want anything between them, just skin against skin, as he entered her.
Kneeling on the bed, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the mattress. "This time will be fast."
Her head shifted from side to side. "Do it."
He shoved her dress to her waist, exposing her bare heat to his gaze. He ran his finger down her wet cleft and felt the muscles jump in response. She was ready, her body on fire, as she writhed on the bed.
"Matt, please."
He dipped his finger inside her, testing her, teasing her. When she pressed her hand against his, bringing him tighter against her, his control snapped. With his palms on her knees, he pushed her thighs toward her stomach. The position left her open and vulnerable.
A primal roar rattled in his chest, but he kept it inside. He didn’t want to scare her with his raw emotion. Instead, he slipped on the condom and pushed inside her. Inch by inch, he let her body envelope his. She closed around him, stealing what was left of his breath and filling his brain with screaming need.
His head dropped to her shoulder as he took her lip between his teeth in a gentle bite. The pearls rubbed against his chest. His hands roamed all over her, learning every dip and valley. He wanted to savor every inch but she squeezed him inside her.
He had to move.
Unable to hold back another second, he plunged in and let the friction guide him back out. He repeated the move until he lost his hold over the rhythm and his body moved to an innate beat. Faster and harder, he pushed and retreated until everything inside him pulled tight to the verge of pain.
Fingernails dug into his forearms as her head fell deeper into the mattress. Every inch of her body strained and trembled. When a tiny "o" formed on her mouth and her breathing turned to panting, he knew she was about to come.
Her orgasm touched off his. Pleasure exploded as he came on a rush, his breath hitching in his chest as a slow hiss escaped his lips.
His last thought was about how he had to rest so they could do this again.
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Kari came awake in a slow daze. It took a second for the rumbling in her ear to register. The palm cupping her breast, the scratch of hair against the back of her legs, the hot skin pressing into her and around her…Matt.
She opened her eyes and saw only darkness. The tightly drawn curtains shut out everything and plunged the room into an infinite night. It could be morning or the middle of the night. She didn’t know.
Reaching out, she turned the clock on the nightstand to face her. Shortly past three, which meant they had made love for hours, twice using only his hands and mouth to bring her to orgasm, then drifted to sleep. She stretched, working on the aches and stiffness. Being under a man, wrapped around him, sucked the energy out of her.
"You okay?" He mumbled his question against her shoulder.
She had to smile. Even exhausted he put her needs first.
When she didn’t answer, his arm tightened around her waist. "Kari?"
She heard the rustle of sheets and felt him moving around. The light clicked on, sending an unexpected shot of pain through her brain.
"Ouch."
"Sorry." But he didn’t look it. The dip in his eyebrows suggested concern.
She rolled onto her back and enjoyed the feel of him over her. "Why are you awake?"
"Because you are."
Using her thumb, she traced his full mouth and remembered all the expert things he could do with it. "I'm happy I decided to make my move in the conference room."
"You and me both." He placed small kisses on the tops of each breast.
"Who knew you'd be so slow to catch a clue."
"In my defense, I never thought you'd be interested. Women who look like you are always taken."
"We never talked about that, did we?" She'd had the advantage on that one. She'd studied his file and knew the basic facts. No wife, fiancée or kids. That left a girlfriend, but the office gossip network and a conversation she overheard in the bathroom on the second day made it clear he was available. Very much wanted by several female members of the office, but definitely available.
"Wait." His smile vanished. "You’re not-"
"No."
His shoulders relaxed. "Good."
"My last boyfriend was more concerned about my menu choices than me, so I dumped him."
Matt's head shot up and his finger froze right above her nipple. "What does that mean?"
"He thought I needed a diet."
"You’re kidding."
Somehow the outrage in Matt's voice took the sting of the past away. "Not even a little."
"That asshole needs a fucking clue."
"Thank you." The swearing made her smile. Matt was not one to let it fly just because. She'd seen him angry, watched him handle a mistake a new intern made in a contract delivery, and stay calm. Having him get all riled up on her behalf made her happier than she wanted to admit.
"Any guy who can't appreciate this." He ran his hand over her nipple and smiled at the way it puckered in response. "Or this" His fingers lingered on her belly before dipping lower. "Is not worth getting naked for."
The words registered in her brain. She said them often enough to her friends and in the quiet of her condo, but she didn’t always believe them. Until tonight she thought the point was to find a man who didn't talk about diets. Now she realized a real man, the right man, wouldn't even think she needed one.
In just a few weeks Matt had given her that. His unwavering attraction and inability to hide it, the way he stared at her, letting his gaze wander all over her at even the most inappropriate office times, had wiped away her remaining doubts about her looks.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I agree. His loss."
"About the naked part, too? You up for that?" A flashing fire leapt back into Matt's eyes, filling them with a dark sensuality.
She eyed the last condom on the table and shoved against his chest until he rolled onto his back. "I thought I would be in charge thi
s time."
"Oh, really?"
She straddled his waist as she held his hands against the mattress. "Any complaints?"
"Only if you stop."
Chapter Four
Matt picked today to sit at the back of the room. Until this morning, he'd listened to her workshops while standing at the door, as if ready to run off if an engineering emergency happened. Whatever that might be.
This morning, every time Kari's gaze drifted to the left, there he was, all alone and set off from everyone else in a row he created by putting two chairs together. The knowing smile and irresistible way he tugged on the bottom of his ear almost did her in. Much more of this and she'd give the room full of engineering professionals – twenty guys and four women – a show they'd never forget.
A repeat of the scene in his office could not happen. Stumbling over her words or giggling like a preteen didn't work for her either.
To prevent a career implosion, she raced through the presentation, thrilled when the moment came to show a short film on appropriate versus inappropriate comments in the workplace. Heaven knew she should watch the damn video. She'd lost sight of the difference since meeting Matt. But she needed space, a second in the hallway pretending to be on the phone while she really caught her breath.
She turned on the television and hit the remote. Sound blasted through the room, but she didn't turn it down. She got two steps toward the door before Matt's voice stopped her.
"There's a seat here, Ms. Reynolds." He sounded professional but those eyes sparkled with what could only be called mischief.
That fast she was transported to seventh grade and a make-out session with Chuck Beemer in the closest in study hall. The naughty moment had made her feel grown-up. What Matt did to her went well beyond childhood experimentation. He shredded her good judgment and had her thinking dirty thoughts during the workday for the first time since she started collecting a paycheck.
Most eyes in the room focused on the large flat screen on the wall. Except Matt's. His heated gaze burned through her as she walked. Excitement pinged around the room but only she seemed to feel it. If anyone on Matt's staff felt the waves of desire, they hid it well.
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