Page 34 of Marry Me…Maybe?
She shrugged, but maintained eye contact. ‘Yeah, well, it didn’t seem to matter since it wasn’t a real relationship. Who cares if I’ve told a little white lie to keep myself protected?’
He dropped his arms to his sides as his heart gave a weird stutter in his chest. ‘I care.’
She took a deliberate step forward and stared at him defiantly, seeming to come back to life. ‘Why?’
He stared back, his thoughts lost in memories: of them together, here at the house; of his irritation with her for being so pushy and forcing him to the edge of his comfort zone; of him not being able to stop himself from touching her; then more recently of aching like crazy to get back the compelling camaraderie that had developed between them despite his best efforts to keep himself aloof from her.
Dropping his gaze to her mouth, he was surprised to see that her lower lip was trembling.
He stared at it, unable to look away.
In a trance, he raised his hand and brushed the pad of his thumb over her lip, feeling her open her mouth a fraction under the pressure of his touch, then the gentle, slick sweep of her tongue as she ran it against the tip.
Heat flared through his body and he jerked his hand away from her and looked into her eyes, seeing the same hunger he was feeling reflected right back at him. And then suddenly he was kissing her, and all the anger and passion and pain that he’d kept in check for so long poured out of him and into the connection their mouths made. Except it was more than just kissing. He wanted her to feel him in every way possible, to bind with every molecule of her.
She kissed him back, winding her arms around his back and pressing herself tightly against his body. Her lips were soft and warm against his and he slipped his tongue into her mouth to taste the sweetness of her, revelling in the relief of finally allowing himself the pleasure.
She pulled back to stare at him, her eyes wide and stunned. ‘You kissed me!’
‘I did,’ he muttered, going in for another kiss, feeling a yearning ache to connect with her again.
‘But you don’t kiss women you don’t care about,’ she murmured against his mouth.
He growled low in his throat. ‘Shut up, Emily, okay? Just shut up.’
And then he kissed her hard again, owning her mouth with his, taking what he wanted from her. And she let him. But it wasn’t enough – he wanted more.
Backing her against the desk in the middle of the room, he ranhis hands down the sides of her dress, bunching the silky material in his hands and hoisting it upwards until he found the hem. Pushing her back, he forced her to sit on the desk, pushing her legs apart so he could stand between them and slide his hand between her thighs, up to the apex of her legs to find the barrier of her knickers.
She wasn’t wearing any.
‘What is it with you and no underwear?’ he groaned, feeling his erection pressing hard against the constricting material of his trousers.
‘They were ruining the line of my dress,’ she muttered, her voice harsh with lust.
She gasped and moaned low in her throat as he teased his fingers against her, then slid them into her slick, waiting warmth, glancing his thumb over her clit as he went.
He kissed her again and felt her grab for the button on his trousers, popping it open without much effort and sliding down the zip so she could get her hand into his boxers and free his cock from the prison of his trousers.
He swore under his breath as her firm touch encircled the hard length of him and he pushed into her grip, desperate for her to relieve the almost painful ache of his arousal. Their kissing was fierce now, uncontrolled and messy. They rocked against each other, both gasping air into their lungs, their bodies moving closer and closer together.
He felt her fumble at her side with her other hand, then release her hold on him while she opened up the bag she’d been carrying to rummage around inside it.
Pulling away from her in protest at the loss of her touch, he realised she had a condom in her hand.
‘I see you were prepared for this happening,’ he muttered,sliding his hand from between her thighs as unease began to penetrate through the haze of lust.
‘I’m always ready for anything,’ she said, and grabbed hold of him again, stroking up and down his hard shaft, giving a little twist at the end which had him sucking a harsh breath in through his teeth.
So what if she carried condoms? he asked himself as lust won him over again. If she hadn’t things would be slowing down right now instead of heating up. He should be grateful, because now he’d allowed himself to leap over the line, he really didn’t want to have to turn back.
Groaning low in his throat, he grabbed the condom from her and tore it open, then slid back out of her hold so he could sheath himself with fumbling fingers.
Once he was satisfied with the fit, he recaptured her mouth and leaned over her, steadying himself against the desk with one hand as he guided himself into her with the other. She gasped as he pushed deep, and he felt her open up to take his length.
And then he began to thrust, unable to control the urge to move, keep moving, keep feeling. And she encouraged him, leaning back and pulling him with her.
Bracing himself against the table, he pounded inside her, hard and fast, pushing her higher up the smooth surface, and she wrapped her legs around his back and clung on, riding the movement with him.
