Glancing around, her eyes wary, Andi said, “This probably isn’t a good thing to do on company time.”
His only answer was a murmured assent as he reached up, buried his hands in her topknot and loosened the pins that anchored it. “I love your hair,” he whispered, lowering his head to bury his face in it as it fell around her shoulders, spilling a waterfall of deep, reddish-brown waves down her back.
Her head fell back as he pressed a line of kisses down the center of her neck to the small hollow at the base, as his long clever fingers stroked the skin under the hem of her tunic.
“You know what I’d like to do?” Jamie asked, his voice low and smoky. When she stared up at him with wide, hot eyes, he told her, “I’d like to have you strip naked in front of me. I want you to toss your hair back, run your hands through it like this.” He showed her by taking her hands and guiding them through her hair, pinning them atop her head. The position arched her breasts upward, against his chest.
A groan rumbled inside his chest and he brushed the knuckles of his free hand against the soft underside of her breast. Slowly, waiting to see her reaction, he freed the four oversized buttons that held her shirt closed, and pushed it open to reveal her full, rounded breasts. The large, hard nipples swelled against the lace and silk. He could just barely make out a hint of their color and was dying for a real look.
Her tongue slid out to wet her lips and her lids drifted closed. Jamie groaned as he slid his hands up to cup her breasts, plumping them together as he bent forward, burying his face in the sweet scented flesh.
“Then I’d set you on the desk, like this.” He demonstrated, sliding his hands from her breasts down to grip her waist and boosting her up onto the desk.
“You’re naked, you know,” he whispered, smiling as her eyes closed, as her breathing became rapid, shallow. “Does that bother you?” he asked, giving her a chance to back away before he took this fantasy any further.
Her eyes opened and she shook her head mutely.
“Good,” he said gruffly, settling her hips on the edge of the desk. “The door’s locked. Don’t worry about somebody coming in.” Gripping her knees, he nudged her legs apart and moved between them. “You’d better lean back a little,” he advised, taking her hands and planting them behind her on the desk. “We have to make this quick, baby. You’ll be missed if you’re gone too long.”
Gazing into her eyes, as he massaged the firm muscles of her ass, Jamie asked, “Have you ever done this before, a quick, fast fuck that you had to keep quiet so you didn’t get caught?”
“No,” she whispered, her voice nearly soundless.
“There’s something about not being able to make a sound, that makes you hotter,” he murmured as he traced one long finger down the crease of her buttocks. “Something about being forced to be quiet that makes you want it even more.”
Andi stared down at him, a fire spreading through her veins, blood rushing in her head. Oh, my, was all she was able to think. She’d written loves scenes, but she’d never done anything like this. Had never imagined she would.
Jamie’s eyes had a glint in them, an almost feverish light, and his breathing was becoming more ragged. Her teeth sank into her lip to stifle a cry as he leaned forward and buried his face against her cotton-covered cleft, breathing in the scent of her, scraping his teeth over the nub of her clit before he drew back.
His hand strayed to the juncture of her thighs, pressed against her through her clothing. “You’re wet,” he murmured, lifting his head to stare at her, smiling in satisfaction. “I’m dying to get inside you, see how tight and wet you are, listen to your moans while I fuck you, and hear you moaning my name when you come.” He stood up, his cock rigid and painfully hard.
“Jamie…” his name fell from her lips in a gasping sob, as fine, minute tremors started to race through her body.
“Shh,” he whispered. “It’s just a fantasy, Andi. Can you help me with my pants?”
Slowly, she nodded, reaching out one hand, and to his shock, running it down the front of his fly before she cupped him and started to stroke him through the material, up and down, slowly as she stared into his eyes.
His eyes nearly crossed as her knuckles brushed up against him, once, twice. “Girl, it’s a damn good thing nurses don’t wear skirts anymore,” he hissed, taking her hips in his hands and dragging her forward.
“Maybe not,” she replied huskily, wiggling in an attempt to get closer.
“Careful what you say, Andi,” he warned softly, grinding his erection against the damp material that stretched across her entrance. “I want nothing more than to be inside you, right now, right here. And that’s not a fantasy—push me too far, and you’ll be naked and against the wall before you can blink. I’ll spread those pretty legs of yours and suck on your clit until you bite your lips bloody from trying not to cry out and then I’ll fuck you hard and deep until you’ve forgotten your own name.”
She whimpered, a soft little sob that caught in her throat as she shuddered and rocked against him. Jamie thrust his cock against her, angling his hips, pushing her further back so that he could stroke her clit. Her eyes widened and she stiffened, arching up. Her nails dug into his shoulders, biting through his suit.
“Damn it, Andi,” he whispered hoarsely when he felt her body tighten as she neared climax. He moved to the side, slid his hand inside her pants and panties, and plunged two fingers inside as he covered her mouth with his, swallowing the cry that fell from her mouth. Her clit was a hard little bud under his thumb as he rapidly pumped two fingers in and out of her slick, tightly swollen passage.
He drove his tongue inside her mouth, wished he could strip her naked and drive his cock inside the sweet little pussy that gloved his fingers so tightly. He finger-fucked her harder, quicker, until she screamed into his mouth and her body arched. He pulled his hand from her panties, cuddled her against him, stroking her back as she panted and tried to catch her breath.
“You have got to be the sweetest thing,” he murmured against her hair, nuzzling her. He was losing his fucking mind over this woman.
He stilled when he heard the voices outside the door. Pulling her body against his and holding her tightly, one hand stroked the soft sensitive skin at the small of her back while the other laced through her hair.
“Damn it, woman. What in the hell have you done to my mind?” he asked with a faint laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Me?” she repeated, a laugh bubbling in her throat. “I’ve known you a few weeks and all of a sudden I’m making out in the office with the kids I take care of a few feet away.” Pulling back, she glanced around, added, “And hiding out in basement offices while you play with my hair, half undressing me, getting in my panties, and—” a faint blush started at her breasts and slid upward until her cheeks were pink.
“And making you come with people standing on the other side of the door?” he offered teasingly.
She licked her lips and nodded, while they listened to the voices growing farther and farther away.
“I’m game for more,” was all he said as he stared at her, watching her intently as he lifted his two fingers to his mouth and slid them inside, licking them, making sure she had no doubt just exactly what else he was game for.
Her face flushed yet again, and her eyes dropped away. “This is hardly the place, though, is it, Jamie?”
His only response was to skim his hands down the length of her back and cup her hips. As he brought her into full contact with his body, Andi shuddered. An odd little ball of heat settled low in her belly and expanded, until her skin felt tight and hot, until her breathing grew rapid and shallow.
Son of a bitch, but she was game. She was game for all of it.
Staring down at her as he was, it was impossible for Jamie not to see the way his touch affected her. The pupils of his eyes contracted then grew, until only a thin rim of green surrounded them. His hands left her hips, trailed up her si
des, and palmed her breasts. He dragged his thumbs across the stiffened nipples as he watched her eyes.
Lowering his head, he took her mouth again. “Damn it,” Jamie hissed as she arched against him, her eyes glazed, lids low as she stared at him. Her face was flushed, and the heat from her body burned him through all the layers of clothes separating them. “I want you,” he rasped, nudging his thick cock against her, leaving no doubt as to exactly how he wanted her. “But I don’t think you’re ready for this.”
When she didn’t disagree, Jamie slowly lowered her feet back to the floor, never taking his eyes from hers as his hands ran over her body in one final caress before he stepped back, reaching for the buttons of her shirt and fastening them back up before he changed his mind and decided the hell with it. He could change her mind, and fast, but he didn’t want it to be here.
“And I certainly don’t want the first time to be in a basement office with people around.” His voice dropped and he moved a step closer, lowering his head to whisper in her ear, “I want the first time to be someplace quiet, someplace private, where I can make you scream yourself hoarse while I fuck your brains out.”
Andi’s breath shuddered out of her lungs and she arched her neck, staring up at him.
When she made no response, Jamie turned away, dragging his hands through his hair. “This is insane. I’ve known you a month, and you’re turning me inside out. This is just absolutely fucking insane.”
Andi closed her eyes, forced herself to take a deep breath, tried to still the racing in her chest. “That’s one way of putting it,” she murmured in reply. Bracing her back against the wall, she waited for the strength to return to her legs.
“You need to get back to the daycare,” Jamie said, sliding his hands into his pockets to keep from reaching out to brush her hair back from her face. “I can’t keep my damn hands off of you.”
Her mouth quirked up in a small smile—a completely female smile—one that had Jamie gritting his teeth against the need to grab her again. Slowly, she pushed herself away from the wall and located the pins that had held her hair secure in its knot. “I can’t say that bothers me,” she said, straightening and facing him. Glancing around, she grimaced. “But this is so not the place.”
She stared at him for a long moment, then dragged her eyes away from him and disappeared through the door.
Chapter Six
Nearly an hour later, Andi closed her eyes and relived those brief moments in the tiny little office, relived the feel of his hands on her, his mouth on her, and the dazed look in his eyes when he had said, I can’t keep my damn hands off of you.
Nothing could stop the swell of feminine pride that bubbled within her.
As drop-dead gorgeous as he was, as smart and funny and sly as he was, Jamie could probably have damn near any woman he wanted, and probably had. And he was unable to keep his hands off of her.
I want the first time to be someplace quiet, someplace private, where I can make you scream yourself hoarse while I fuck your brains out.
Quiet, ordinary Andi Morrow, who had gone through high school with only a handful of dates. Granted, her sharp tongue and wisecracks had scared more than a few away. Not too many had been willing to risk getting close to her. She had handed out barbs and cold glares the way other girls had handed out flirtations and smiles.
Jamie had not only gotten past that, he had gotten close enough to touch her. To make her yearn to touch him. And he wanted more.
He wants me.
It wasn’t that she had never been told that before. She had. But she had never been tempted before, had never felt this drawn to a man before. And never had she been told that by a man like Jamie, a man who commanded attention simply by walking into a room, a man that had women rolling their eyes and smiling as he walked by. Never by a man who made her mouth go dry and other parts turn wet. Even thinking about him was enough to make her wet, enough to make a slow, aching throb pulse through her cleft.
Her head fell back and she stared at the ceiling. How in the hell would he react to her being a virgin?
She wasn’t too concerned about the actual act. For crying out loud, she wrote romances. She knew plenty about sex. But all of her knowledge was second hand. She had never burned for a man’s hands on her before, had never craved to feel a man’s weight atop her.
Had never thought that just listening to a man talk to her the way Jamie did would turn her on.
She’d been perfectly happy to live vicariously through her heroines.
Not anymore.
She wanted to be in his bed, wanted to wake up next to him in the morning.
She wanted to know if he could actually fulfill the promises his eyes and hands had made. Wanted to lie under him while he made her scream herself hoarse.
And she’d be damned if she let the chance slip past her.
♥
Jamie rang the doorbell, rocking back on his heels and waiting. She had a pretty little house, with a garden in the front that bloomed with myriad colors, and a porch that spanned the length of the house and continued on around to the back. The brick wasn’t red, more a pinkish-gray tone. The front door was painted a cheerful shade of blue that was echoed in the glider rocker on the porch and the shutters by the windows.
The door opened.
He met her eyes.
She stared back at him, one hand still holding the doorknob. Her hair, that long silky hair, was piled atop her head in a loose knot, tendrils spilling down her neck and framing that innocent face. Around her neck, she wore a simple golden chain, a small locket rested just above her breasts. She wore a slim skirt the color of the eastern sky at sunset, hovering between blue and amethyst, and a sleeveless white camisole top that laced up the front. The shirt was so sheer he could see the lace of her bra and the darker shadow of her nipples under it. Her feet were bare.
Her toes curled into the plush carpet and she stared at him, nibbling on her lower lip.
She was nervous, Jamie realized. He smiled at her, his own nerves settling. “I won’t bite.” Then he reached out and flicked the gold hearts that dangled from her ears. “Unless you want me to.” Of course, there was no way in hell he was taking her out with her looking like that. He’d lose his mind the first time a man looked sideways at her. “Want me to take a bite, Andi?”
And where in the hell had this jealousy, this possessiveness come from?
“That’s just the problem.” She stepped aside, letting him enter. He studied the living room with its blue and white striped couch, plush navy carpeting and high vaulted ceilings. Then he turned back to her. Closing the door, she leaned her back against it and avoided his eyes. Taking a deep breath, Andi turned her head and met his gaze.
“I want just that, but I’m not exactly sure how to ask.”
Jamie’s eyes burned into hers and he took a step closer. “Are you talking about what I think you’re talking about?” he asked softly.
“Yes.”
His heart stopped for a moment, before skipping and jumping into high gear. “Are you sure that’s what you want? We don’t know each other very well, and I don’t think this is something you do very often.”
You have absolutely no idea, Andi thought, stifling a nervous giggle.
She moved away from the door—moved until she stood close enough for him to reach out and touch. And he did, tracing the back of his hand down her cheek. Her eyes stared into his before dropping to his mouth. She rose onto her toes and pressed her lips to his, nibbling delicately before her tongue flicked out and traced the line of his mouth.
With a sigh of pleasure, she dropped back to her heels, watching him. “This was inevitable,” she said softly, smoothing her hands down his chest. “I’ve wanted this from the first time I saw you. I’m tired of wanting and not having.”
Jamie caught her hands in his and drew her closer. “You’d better be sure, Andi.” Lowering his head, he bit her neck before placing his lips next to h
er ear. “Because if I start touching you, I don’t know if I can stop again. Not here, alone with you.”
Her head fell back and that sly little female smile graced her face again. As she slid her hands into the waistband of his trousers, she said, “I don’t expect you to.”
He caught her hands, held them still as he studied her honest hazel eyes, the flecks of gold glinting. Then he whirled her around and pressed her up against the wall, pinning her there with his own body. “This is insane,” he said in a reasonable voice as he buried his hands in her hair. His eyes were hot, hungry, and anything but reasonable. Her hair tumbled from its knot, spilling down around her shoulders, cascading down her back as he lowered his head and covered her mouth with his.
She felt the hot sweep of his hands on her back as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth, greedily, as if he couldn’t be without the taste of her any longer.
The kind of greed she understood, because Andi certainly didn’t want to go another second without his mouth on hers, without his hands on her body. She rose up, her hands locked around his waist and she kissed him back, nipping at his tongue, sucking his lower lip into her mouth. Pulling back, she pressed her open mouth to the hollow of his neck, bared by the open collar of his tailored shirt.
She slipped her hands into his trousers and jerked the two-hundred-dollar shirt free, skimming her palms over the smooth skin there. Digging her hands into the hard ridge of muscle at his back she gasped when he, in turn, pulled her skirt up and palmed her ass.
One hand slid under the skinny swatch of material between her buttocks and he raised his head, staring down at her through narrowed eyes. “What in God’s name have you got on under this?”
With a smile, she shrugged her shoulders and said, “Not much.”
He drew back, took her hands from his waist and returned them to her sides. Jamie dropped to his knees in front of her, still looking into her eyes. Locating the button by feel, he slid it through the hole and tugged down the zipper. With a smooth glide of his hands down her hips, the skirt puddled around her feet, leaving her bare from the waist down, save for a pair of green, silky panties that glowed against the alabaster of her pale skin.
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