Page 66 of The Chase
“So good.” He drove onward. “I need to be deeper.”
Tobias lifted me and brought up my legs until they wrapped around his waist, my arms flung naturally around his neck, my face nuzzling into his neck, and breathing him in, his heady musk mingled with his intoxicating scent.
He lifted me up and carried me with him still inside me—
My back struck the wall but the coldness behind me was muted by the distraction of the heat coming off him. Tobias was all sleek muscle and bold motion, a chiseled perfection. That jolted thrust, my tautness pulling him in as his full length filled me again with its vastness.
He whispered huskily near my ear. “I’m balls deep inside you. Do you feel that?”
“God, yes,” I breathed in a rush.
Propelling his hips against mine, taking me so hard that another orgasm snatched my breath away, and I buried my face in the nook of his neck as I came, dissolving into the purest intimacy, as though we’d always known each other like this, our oneness so natural, his firm hold making me his willing prisoner.
Tobias stilled, spilling his heat inside me. “Leighton...”
Resuming, gliding in and out and proving he too wanted this to go on forever. Suspended against the wall I remembered to breathe again.
He pulled back slightly, his cock still buried deep, his eyes searching my face. “I couldn’t stay away any longer.”
My body shuddered at those words.
He eased out of me and set me down, and my legs felt shaky as my feet touched the carpet. He disposed of his condom and then returned to my side.
I stood there stunned into stillness, allowing him to redress me, his expression unreadable as he clipped the clasp together on my bra strap, his fingers sensually easing my breasts back into their lace cups, my nipples tingling as the pad of his thumb brushed over delicate skin.
He strolled over to the tissue box and pulled out a few.
My jaw went lax with embarrassment as I watched him wipe my sex with gentle sweeps, the intimacy so mind-blowing I lost my voice. His touch almost sent me over again.
Tobias gave a slight smile and kissed the end of my nose and then threw the tissues in the bin beneath the desk.
With the ease of a worldly man he knelt at my feet and helped me slide back into my panties, before raising them up my legs and pulling the thin strap of my thong into place. He continued to dress me.
Left to work on my hair and get these wayward locks back into some level of neatness, I watched him zip up his trousers, and then slip on his shirt and jacket, his eyes on the carpet as though avoiding mine.
He refastened his cuff links.
“Tobias?” I whispered.
He neared me and rested his hand on my neck, and I tilted my head to rest it in his palm, our eyes met, our gazes locked as we drew out this moment of affection.
“Leighton,” he said softly.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Your beauty is haunting.”
All air left the room; my eyelids flittered at the deliriousness of his words.
My mind searching for answers about a man I hardly knew, my focus returned to the desk where he’d just taken me. “What just happened?”
He broke away and ran his fingers through his hair to tone down the mayhem of his dark blond locks. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“What for?”
“Dinner.”
I let out the softest sigh of happiness. A smile shimmered across his lips.
