Page 36 of Obsession

Always?

The question didn’t have a chance to take root in my consciousness. It drifted away under the power of his kiss.

Desperation slipped out from under his shields and devoured me. I tried to hold onto sanity and my own slice of reserves, but he swept me up into the maelstrom of unguarded passion.

Suddenly, he spun me around, and my breasts kissed the glass instead of his warm body.

I cried out in response. I was overheated, and the cool surface was a jolt to my system.

I was stretched out, my wrists still pinned above me. His long fingers were gentle, but firm.

An unbreakable tether to reality.

“Blake,” I whispered.

Mr. Carson was upstairs in the gray glass box of an office. Right now, he was Blake.

Could he feel that too?

He drew in a harsh breath, and I could actually feel his heart slamming through his clothes and into my back. His chest heaved just enough for me to know that his control might not be as complete as I’d originally thought.

I liked the idea that I could do that to him. That there was something within me that could push at him.

Maybe even that could make him strain at the cords that bound him just as he pushed so inexorably at mine.

Desire echoed in my throbbing nipples against the glass. Then lower, where I was so wet and needy.

Between my thighs—the only place he hadn’t touched.

I moved restlessly, my ass rubbing across the front placket of his pants. He was hard and…substantial. I couldn’t tell exactly how substantial, because he wouldn’t let me touch him.

Never mindlookat him.

Not just the surface, but all of him.

The entire package.

I flexed my fingers, twisting my hands until they were crossed at the wrist, and I could touch something. The cuff of his shirt, the dusting of hair along his wrist, the side of his hand. I was starving for his skin.

All the while, my backside moved against him until he brought his other hand down to my hip. “Do you want this over before it’s begun?” His voice was all but a rumble in my ear.

Hadn’t we started hours ago? It felt like it.

“Is this one of those dominant things?”

He pressed his forehead to my shoulder and buried his face against my neck. “Are you truly this innocent?”

“No.” I didn’t really know what else to say on that one.

That I still had the ability to speak at all was shocking enough.

His hand slid lower to dip along the seam where my thigh met my ass. He brushed the curls above my center.

No slick girl tending for me. Then again, it wasn’t as if I had much of a sex life to speak of.

“So wet. Is this for me?”

My eyes crossed. Barely a touch and he expected me to reply to him? “You’ve been teasing me forever. What do you think?”

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