Page 37 of My Forbidden Boss

My fingers itch to rub him everywhere. Temptation is too great. I reach up, and my fingers slide through the soft strands of his hair. His breath stutters. His eyelids droop. I pull him towards me and he comes willingly. His lips capture mine. We fit perfectly and I melt.

A full body shiver trembles through me as he swipes his tongue into my mouth and eases his chest against mine. My beaded nipples shoot sensation through my body as he sandwiches me against the wall. His hands splay on my waist, clench and I think he’s melting my skin. I arch my back, pressing myself against him.

“God, I want you so badly, Adeline,” he murmurs against my lips. Kissing me as though he’s drunk. His hand slides up my spine so he can crush me against him. “Can’t stop. Don’t want to.”

“Don’t want you to,” I gasp. It’s hard to find words when my brain is all fog and haze. I make a happy pant and shiver when his hands slide to circle my rib cage and his thumb lazily stroke the underside of my breast.

“I plan to take you tonight, Adeline. All of you. I can’t hold myself back any longer. If this isn’t what you want…if I’m not what you want, tell me now because I can’t hold back much longer,” he says.

I don’t understand why he’s hesitant, why he’s asking because there is no question in my mind, except… My breath hitches in understanding. My hands fall to his forearms and my fingers circle his skin, his body heat searing my palms. My heart beat thunders in my chest and I realize I’m so stupid.

He’s used to experienced women and I’m the girl no one wants to touch. “I…”

I want the words to come, but they freeze in my throat. David moves back, a frown creasing his forehead. “What is it, love?”

I melt at his term of endearment, and oh god am I always going to be like this when someone throws me the slightest hint of concern. I’m the girl who soaks it up because it might not come again and I have to hoard it all away so I can remember it when the days are cold and the nights are bleak.

But David deserves to know. He deserves to have a choice, so I steel myself and force out the words. “I’m a…I’ve never…been with anyone.”

Admitting to being a reject is all sorts of embarrassing, so I’m unprepared when he groans and kisses me as though he’s losing control. “By god, love, you’re perfect.”

“I…am?” I don’t expect those words. I don’t expect the way his hands tremble when he touches me. Nor when he picks me up and cradles me against his chest.

“You’re gifting me with something very special. If only you realize how unworthy I am of you, but I promise you this. I’ll make your first time something to remember. Something exceptional,” he says.

I don’t doubt it. These moments are seared in my mind. Scars I want to accept.

I melt into his arms as he carries me through his living area, deeper into his condo and into his bedroom where he lowers my legs so I can stand. My feet go to the floor while he crushes me against his body. He’s burning hot under his clothing. Hot slabs of hard, perfect muscle. I gasp as he tilts his hips and grinds his erection into my soft belly.

He groans as his thick length throbs. He’s…huge. Ready. I can’t help myself. My hand glides down his waist, over his hip. No man has let me touch them so intimately.

I trace the outline of his erection tenting his pants, learning his shape. He’s hard as stone. Thick. So long his cock is crushed against his belt. I cup the shape, gliding my fingers from tip to the bulk low between his thighs, cupping my hand and filling it with hot heaviness. I roll my fingers, massaging before flattening my palm and rubbing it across his hardness.

When he groans, I lift my gaze to his face. He’s shaking, teeth grinding, holding himself back, letting me explore his body. My hand drops and he captures my wrist bringing my hand back to his heat. “Touch me as long as you like. I like your hands on me.” He looks at me, his gaze filled with promises and heat. “Would you like to see me? All of me?”

I nod, mouth watering and clear my throat. He knows exactly what I need. Nerves that abrade the back of my mind drift away as though they were never there. My belly warms. “Yes please.”

He takes off his jacket and throws it over a chair without looking. He doesn’t care where it lands. His attention locks onto me, his eyes dark and heavy. He unbuttons his shirt, taking his time so that I’m not scared.

But I have no nerves. They are a forgotten concept. I’m riveted. Twitching with anticipation as he slowly reveals a chest made from perfection. Slabs of hard, smooth muscle. Dip and ridges of sublime male. His muscles slide under silken skin, bunching and evening out as he divests his clothing.

“I love you watching me. Tell me if you want me to stop, and I will. I won’t push you. I’ll take whatever you’re prepared to give,” he says.

I want to give him everything.

His hands go to his belt and I’m speechless. He unclips the buckle. The top button of his pants is next and then he peels the material away, baring himself to me.

My mouth floods. My skin prickles with all the feel-goods as anticipation and adrenaline spikes. He shoves his pants and socks off in one swift action and then he’s standing in front of me letting me take my fill.

And I do.

I drink him in like he’s coke zero and I’ve trekked through the Sahara.

He’s hard lines. Dips and shadows. Etched abs. I traced the line down his torso with my gaze. His fingers circle around his erection and his hand is nowhere near large enough to cover all of him. He pumps his thick length. Up. Down. The tip weeps and he swipes the moisture with his thumb. His thighs clench, bringing my attention to all of him.

Can’t wait.

He hasn’t moved a step. Remains rooted to the carpet. He’s waiting for me to accept him.

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