Page 26 of Last First Date
I’m beyond frustrated by him stopping. I mean, he’s definitely feeling this crazy chemistry between us. I can tell by the anaconda he’s smuggling around in his pants. So why should we stop now?
I clear my throat and try to sound more official and less desperate than I feel. “Close the door.”
He tenses up for a moment. “This is a bad idea, baby. Because once we really do this, I’m not going to stop until you come for me. And is this really how you want it to be? Rushed and standing up in the corner of your office against a cheap ass file cabinet?”
I lick my lips, which are definitely swollen from all the attention they’ve received from Abernathy’s talented mouth. Yes, he definitely knows how to use that part too. I’m willing to bet he’s good at everything that involves his sexy as hell body.
“Please, Abernathy. I’ll take whatever I can get. As long as you give it to me right now.” My voice is rough, and it sounds like I’m dying for it. Probably because Iamdying for it. Or I feel like I could be, if he doesn’t kiss me again immediately.
He looks at my face one more time and then kicks the door shut behind him. “Later, just tell people you were yelling at me for something. That sounds reasonable enough.”
I haven’t moved, afraid to break the spell of whatever fog of lust is controlling the two of us right now. “Yelling at you, huh?”
He nods, sharp and decisive. “I’m going to be gentle with you, but you’re going to be screaming out my name within the next fifteen minutes. And then I’m going to go back to my place and wait for you to get off shift, baby. And when I’m finally with you, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t even think about another man without remembering what it felt like having me inside you.”
I shiver at the heated promise in his words. We haven’t done anything other than kiss yet, but I have no doubts as to Thomas Abernathy’s ability to live up to the filthy promises he’s making.
“Yes,” I murmur, then beckon him closer. “I want it all. Starting with the next fifteen minutes.”
Then his mouth is on mine again, with his hands in my hair tugging just enough to make my neck arch and my scalp sting. I moan low in my throat and one of his hands finally slides off my hair and moves ever so gently down the side of my face.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says. “I’d give anything for you to see yourself the way that I see you. Just once.”
I smile, but my eyes move to the floor. Nobody has ever talked to me like this, and it’s actually embarrassing how much it makes my chest ache.
I wouldn’t have figured myself for a romantic type of girl, especially not with Thomas Abernathy of all men, but his words are like a balm over a wound I didn’t even know was there. But it hurts too because I know he can’t possibly mean it.
I guess this is just his version of pillow talk, but I’ve already given him the green light here. “Why are you even talking like that to me? I already told you yes. You don’t have to give me any of those pick-up lines.” I squeeze myself up against him, trying to push us out of this uncomfortable sweet talk part and on to the orgasm portion of this emergency office hookup.
But Abernathy’s not taking my brush off lightly. He pauses, lifting my face until I’m forced to meet his tender gaze. “Hey, Darcy, whatever happened in the past, it’s time to let it go. You’re absolutely perfect exactly the way you are.”
I swallow hard, feeling my eyes sting with tears that I can’t afford to let fall. He can’t mean that either. “Nothing happened in my past.” I take a deep breath. “And if this is your way of trying to get out of your deal with me, some sweet talk isn’t going to replace an orgasm.”
His lips tighten again, then curl up into a dangerous smile. “Yes ma’am. Let me check the time.” He lifts a wrist and pretends to check a watch that he’s not wearing. “Well, we’d better make this fast.”
I suck in a sharp breath. “Yes please.”
And with that, Thomas Abernathy fuses his lips to mine and makes me forget about everything other than how perfectly we fit together.
I was expecting him to crash into me, all male and dominant and aggressive, because that’s definitely where we were heading before. But instead he kisses me gently, like I’m an experience that he’s savoring, like he’s been waiting his entire life just to taste only me.
I shiver at the intimacy of our kiss, half afraid that too much of my heart is going to be left hanging out there and get trampled on when reality finally sets in.
But for now, I let the sensation of our kiss roll over me. The persistent nudge of his hips against mine is driving me crazy, and I can feel the attraction between us flaring up hot and fast, ready to ignite.
But his hands are far too gentle against my face, like he’s trying to memorize what I look like through the mere sensation of my skin against his fingertips. I’m dying for him to go faster, for the two of us to burst into flames.
I make a noise in my throat of arousal and frustration. He pulls away and his eyes lock with mine.
“What’s wrong?” His voice is soft, as gentle as his unexpectedly tender kisses. He brushes a strand of hair away from my face and tucks it behind one ear, and for a moment I forget who we both are and think this man might actually be into me. This is getting dangerous for my heart in a hurry.
I hiss in a breath and narrow my eyes at him. “You’re taking too long to get to the good part. You said fifteen minutes, but I don’t see you making me come within that time limit.”
He shakes his head slowly, a lazy smile curving up the heartbreaking shape of his handsome face. “You’re missing the point. With us, everything is the good part.”
This damn man. I don’t want him to seduce me with his words. If we can just give in to this insane pull between us, then maybe I can get Thomas Abernathy out of my system once and for all and then move on with becoming the type of girl my mother wants me to be.
“That’s not what’s happening here, and you know it.” I can hear the pout in my voice, and I’m sure it shows on my face too. But come on. This is an emergency office quickie. That means we have to get it done quick, before anybody figures out I’m trying to bang the probie in my office.
