Page 32 of Obsession

In fact, most of the time I ended up with a rather short guy when I did go out on a date. Being five-feet-two would do that.

But this lifted up thing? Yeah.

Okay, so it wasn’t bad.

At all.

My arms were unencumbered. Mr. Carson—Blake—was all suit and tie and shirt and covered everywhere. I was wearing a sleeveless sweater and a swirly skirt.

I’d never been so happy with my wardrobe choices in my life. I boosted myself a little higher using his shoulders.

And holy crap,shouldersdidn’t even cover it. He was a freaking study of muscles designed for strength and endurance. “So, we’re doing this?” I said against his mouth.

He pulled away from the kiss, his hips pinning me tight against the glass. His chest was heaving with effort, and his eyes were a little wild.

Some of his usual seriousness started to fill his gaze.

Abort!

Quickly, I kissed him and scraped my fingers up the back of his hair into the surprisingly long strands on top. “I don’t want to stop. I’m just—you know…” I swallowed and blew out a breath. “I’m hoping that you’re not going to come to your senses or something. Because I’m thinking this is going to be a really good orgasm. And I couldreallyuse a good orgasm.”

He frowned. “I don’t know what to say to that.”

Angling closer, I flicked the tip of my tongue over the little dip in his top lip. “Tell me you’re not going to get thinky.”

“Are you?”

Good question. “Maybe tomorrow.”

He nodded. “Tomorrow, yes.”

That was good enough for me.

“God, you taste good.” I slanted my mouth over his and hummed when his other hand skimmed under my sweater and cupped my breast. He boosted me higher until his almost-beard, then his teeth, scraped down my neck.

“Hang onto me, Ms. Copeland.”

“Sweet Jesus, are you going to call me that when you…” I groaned out a breath when he did something between a bite and a lick along my neck.

“When I fuck you?” he asked against my neck.

Leaning back, he met my gaze. His lips were wet from mine, his eyes dark and hooded in the limited light of the vestibule. “Because that’s what I intend to do.”

Oh, hell yes.

He shoved up my sweater and bra at the same time. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t tease—no, he just went right for my skin. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and rolled the tight tip between his teeth and tugged.

Notgently.

Heat flushed me from neck to waist. I couldn’t say a word.

Hell, I no longer even had words to use.

There was no experience to draw on for this. A fumbling boy in college and a man too sweet and nice to incite this kind of reaction were my only barometer.

Blake’s mouth should be illegal in all fifty states.

I was so incredibly out of my depth.

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