Page 12 of At the Edge of Surrender

I didn’t get attached. My life was wrought with too much peril to even entertain the idea, even if I wanted to.

But there was this feeling right there, tugging at my chest.

“Hate that you’re hurting. Would give anything to take it away.”

“Please,” she begged again, and I let my mouth go wandering, up and down her trembling throat and along the defined angle of her jaw.

Dragging down to the exposed skin above the scooped neckline of her dress.

While my hands started gliding, roaming the outsides of her thighs.

Lighting her up the way she was so clearly aching for me to do. The girl giving me a haggard sigh as I slipped the skirt of her dress up higher with the next pass.

She squirmed on the desk.

“Barely touching you, and this body is already about to blow.”

“I need…” The words were wisps, and she trailed off, though she arched from the wood, silently begging me to give it to her.

“I know what you need. I won’t send you away wanting. This is just for you. Not gonna take it beyond this.”

My palms slipped all the way up, riding the curve of her hips, fingers tucking into the sides of her lacy underwear.

I edged back, watching her close as I began to peel them down her slender legs.

She trembled and shook, and she hung onto the edge of the desk like she was worried she might float away. Short gasps ripping from her lungs as she watched me wind them off the black high-heeled wedges she wore on her feet.

“Oh, God,” she choked, eyes wide in some kind of disbelief. Clearly shocked that she was sitting there like this. No question, this was completely out of bounds for her.

But I wanted to take her there. To a place she didn’t go. Remove her from reality.

I took her by the knees and spread her.

Nearly came at the sight.

Her pussy glistening and soaked.

Lust gripped me by the guts, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from pulling myself from my jeans and feeding her my cock.

Mouth watering, my tongue stroked out to wet my suddenly dry lips. “You drippin’ for me, sweet girl?”

Redness crawled up her throat and to her cheeks, though the single word cut into the dense, thick air. “Yes.”

“Good. Just the way I want you.”

Starting at her knee, I kissed a path up the inside of her legs.

Moving from one side to the other.

Showering them in slow, languid kisses.

“Why’s it feel like you are supposed to be right here? Right here at this moment?” I mumbled it at her flesh, not even sure where the inane words were coming from.

“I needed this. I needed you.” Her voice was a plea, and her hands were back in my hair, softer this time, whimpers tumbling from her lips as I moved higher.

I tucked myself up close to her, and I wound my arms under her legs and took hold of the tops of her thighs.

I paused for a fraction of a beat. Eyes going to hers for permission.

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