Page 92 of Under Pressure

I cover his mouth with my hand. “It was the perfect thing to say.” I release him, frantically wiping at my face. “These are happy tears.” His eyes finally lose their worried edge, and I sniffle, struggling to find the right words. “I’ve been trying to bury these feelings, but the truth is I’m so in love with you too.”

His gaze gleams with satisfaction as he picks me up, encouraging me to wrap my legs around his waist. “I’ll take you on your date, but I need you now.” He nuzzles at my neck, his deep voice in my ear zinging due south. “I need to know you’re mine.”

Well, how can I say no to the pleading in his tone? Especially when I want it as much as him.

He walks us over to my bedroom, shutting the door with his foot behind him and sets me on the bed.

“I’m yours,” I whisper, scooting further back, making room for him. “Even before you were ready to hear it.”

“I’ll never deny you again,” he says fervently as he lies down next to me, finally, blessedly touching me. “You make me stronger, not weaker. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking trying to push you away.” He slings an arm around my waist, rubbing his palm up and down my back. “I thought it would keep me safe, but it was worse. I ended up being more stressed out and had to start doing your biofeedback stuff,” he sheepishly admits.

I run a finger along his brows and down his jaw, needing to touch him too, loving the freedom I have now to do it without worrying if it’s okay. “I’m glad it helped.”

“You were with me every time I did it. Just the thought of your voice soothed me.”

A happy smile spreads across my lips. “So I’m not the only one with a voice fetish?”

“I get it now,” he admits, his mouth quirking up on one side. “The way you speak in the lab has a certain cadence to it, a rhythm. I find myself paying more attention to you than what I’m supposed to be doing.”

I scoot closer until my mouth is directly next to his ear. “And what would you like me to say to you?”

I yelp as he grabs me around the waist, lifting me up to straddle him. “Tell me what to do,” he says, half playful, half demanding. “Like last time. You’re in control.”

I lean over him, the tips of my breasts brushing his chest until he can hear me up close and personal. “I want you to strip me naked,” I tell him in what I’ve deemed my lab voice, all calm, even tones designed to relax. But my actual words have the intended effect, causing him to groan as he works my shirt over my head and undoes my bra clasp.

The feel of his warm palms cupping my breasts, squeezing me in the most delicious way, has me arching into his touch, but it’s gone all too soon as he releases me to uncover my lower half.

“I want you bare too,” I pant, needing the skin-on-skin contact. He sets me aside to rid us both of the remainder of our clothes, his muscles flexing as he slips off his boxers.

I run my palms over his broad shoulders, down his defined pecs, his flat stomach, then back up his arms, marveling at the sinewy forearms and cut of his biceps. My own personal man candy.

“Will you touch me?” I stretch out next to him, eager for his hands once more.

“Where?” His eyes are alight with lust, roaming over my body. How is it that I can inspire that kind of reaction from him?

“Anywhere,” I sigh, as his fingers brush over my abdomen, sending tingles through me.

“Talk dirty to me,” he whispers in my ear, stroking the underside of my breast lightly, so close yet so far to where I want him. “I love hearing you get naughty.”

Dirty? In the heat of the moment, sure, but when I actually have to think about it?

Don’t even bother. He’s gonna laugh himself right out of this bed listening to you.

“Um, bring your hand up.”

“That’s not dirty,” he chides, still caressing the tender skin.

“Cup me. My breasts.” I try to inch my way down on the mattress, but he stops me.

“Dirtier. I know you can do better than that.”

I squirm, his barely there movements so close to my breast driving me crazy. “Put your mouth on me. Suck my tits. Lick my nipples. Pinch me. Rub me. Yes, yes,” I cry out in relief as he finally does, following what I say to a tee. “God, that’s amazing.”

“It’s all for you,” he whispers as he nips at me.

I delve my hands into his thick hair, holding him close as he uses his mouth to suck me, the pressure making me wild.

“Finger me.” My voice comes out breathless, all seductive passion I didn’t know I was capable of. But it’s like someone else has taken me over, solely intent on as much pleasure as possible. “Two fingers, in your mouth first, then inside me.”

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