Page 51 of Out of Office Nights
His fingers brushing firmly over her lips stopped her words. Silver eyes burned into her as he quickly replaced his fingers with his mouth. The kiss was hard, tinged with annoyance. But it quickly morphed into something dangerous and familiar. A deep, unrelenting craving that dragged her arms up to wrap around his neck. That propelled her body that vital inch closer so she could plaster herself against him.
He reared back, strong hand gripping her shoulders. A sound left her throat, embarrassingly resembling a whimper. She swallowed hard before another one could follow.
‘Is it just misplaced guilt you’re carrying around, or are you struggling to burn the past sketches of your life where he’s concerned?’
‘Misplaced?’she echoed.
‘From what you’ve said about your grandmother, I think she was a tough woman, but she obviously loved you. She probably forgave you long before she passed. Sosí, I believe your guilt is misplaced. Now answer the second part,’ he pressed.
Her heart thudded dully. As much as she wanted to strenuously deny it she couldn’t. Nathan had coloured a large swathe of her relationships since. Or the lack of them, in truth. ‘Some things are imprinted too deep to burn away.’
His nostrils flared, his eyes hardening. ‘Shall we see about that?’
‘What—? Teo!’
He tossed her on the bed. Then launched himself after her while she was still bouncing on it. Strong arms grappled her into place beneath him, his eyes ablaze with lust and inextinguishable purpose.
Sabeen’s mouth gaped when she read his intent. Teo meant to erase every vestige of Nathan from her mind in the most carnal way possible.
A way that had her thighs falling in open and shameless invitation, even as her inner self shook her head with mounting despair.
He pulled away at the last moment, dragging a frustrated objection from her throat. ‘Beg me for it, Sabeen,’ he commanded thickly.
Oh God.‘You think you’re that irresistible?’
His eyes scorched her. ‘I know it. So do you. Beg,’ he insisted.
Eyes locked on his, she raised her arms above her head, pinning her own wrists together. His eyes flicked upward, his nostrils flaring at her willing subjugation. Next, she raised her knees, taking care to slide over every inch of his outer thighs on the way to wrapping her legs around his waist.
He thickened so he was even harder, bigger against her. His breath truncated, sensual lips she was dying to taste again parting on slow pants. Still he commanded the words from her.
When her chest started to rise, he wrapped a hand around her throat, stalling her. His nose brushed hers, but his eyes never closed. His will bore down hard on hers.
Then he employed sinful tactics of his own. With a deft angling of his hips, he brought the tip of his wide shaft to rest against her wet core. Decadent shudders drowned her at the wicked promise of being filled. Possessed. At the very thought that he could succeed in cleansing her of the remaining echoes of devastation and humiliation.
The very thought that she could finally be free… She swallowed then shuddered all over again at the possibility.
His eyes darkened on seeing her reaction. ‘Dios mio, you drive me insane. Do you know that?’
‘Enough to give us both what we want without the royal theatrics?’
‘You think this is mere theatrics?’
‘What else can it be?’
He shook his head, brushing his nose across hers once more. ‘Give me what I want, and you’ll find out for yourself.’ Then he wickedly eased himself in a mere half inch.
Another whimper completely disgraced her. ‘Teo…’
‘Tesoro…’
She bit the inside of her cheek, every inch of her body on fire. Deliverance hovered, one simple word away. And she wanted it…needed it just as much as she craved this delicious dance between them.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
‘No. Open your eyes. Look at me. There will be no mistaking what this is. Who I am.’
She swallowed, feeling the imprint of his hand on her throat. And moaned with helpless delight. In the end the word slipped out. Hot. Heavy.Freeing. ‘Please.’
