Page 27 of My CEO Neighbor
Her answer was to sit back and pull the fabric over her head, leaving her in just her sports bra and leggings.
"Look at you."His hands traced reverently over her exposed skin—the curve of her ribs, the dip of her waist, the smooth expanse of her stomach."You're perfect.Absolutely fucking perfect."
The reverent curse made her shiver with want."Your turn," she said, her fingers already working at the buttons of his shirt."I want to feel your skin against mine."
Ted helped her, shrugging out of the expensive fabric to reveal a chest that was leaner than she had expected but beautifully defined.She traced her fingers over the planes of muscle, feeling him shiver under her touch.
"I should probably mention," Ted said, his voice strained, "that it's been a while since I—"
Monica silenced him with a kiss, pouring all her understanding and acceptance into the contact."I don't care about anything except right now," she whispered against his lips."I just need you to touch me before I lose my mind."
"Where do you need me to touch you?"His voice was dark with promise as his hands skimmed her ribs."Tell me what you want."
"Everywhere," she gasped as his thumbs traced just under the edge of her sports bra."Please, I'm aching for you."
The sports bra came off next, and his eyes went feral as he took in her bare breasts."So beautiful," he murmured, his hands cupping her gently."I want to taste every inch of you."
Then his mouth was everywhere—her throat, her collarbone, the sensitive swell of her breast.Pleasure spiraled over her body.
She moaned, and the reverence in his touch made her wet and needy.
This wasn't just physical attraction anymore, wasn't just the heat of the moment or the strange intimacy of their circumstances.This was connection, real and deep and terrifying in its intensity.she fell into desire and bliss.
When his mouth closed around her nipple, her back arched and she couldn't suppress the cry that escaped her lips."Oh yes.Just like that."
His answering groan vibrated against her skin, and she felt him grow harder against her hip."I love the way you respond to me," he murmured against her breast."So sensitive.So perfect."
His mouth moved to her other breast while his hand squeezed and teased the wet nipple he'd abandoned.Her hips rocked involuntarily, seeking friction, seeking more.
"Need more," she gasped, her hands fumbling for his belt."I need to touch you."
The confined space of the elevator should have been awkward, should have made everything clumsy and cramped.Instead, it felt perfect—intimate and private, like they'd created their own world where nothing existed except the two of them and the heat building between their bodies.
When her hands found his belt, she felt him go very still as she worked it open.She slipped her hand inside his boxers and wrapped her fingers around him.He made a sound that was part groan, part prayer.
"Fuck," he breathed, his hips bucking into her touch."That feels so good."
"You're so hard," she whispered, stroking him slowly."Is this all for me?"
"All for you," Ted managed, his voice strained with pleasure and control."Been hard for you since the moment we got trapped in here."
She kissed him again while her hand moved in slow, deliberate strokes.His hips rocked into her touch, and the knowledge that she could affect him this way, could make him lose control, sent a thrill of power through her body.
When his hand slipped beneath the waistband of her leggings, Monica's breath caught.His fingers found her wet and ready, and the first touch made her cry out against his mouth.
"I love that you're soaked," he groaned, his thumb circling her clit in a way that made stars explode behind her eyelids."So wet for me.I can feel how much you want this."
"I do want this,” she gasped."I want you so much it's driving me crazy."
"Tell me what you need," he commanded, his fingers teasing but not giving her enough pressure."Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."
"I want your fingers inside me," she breathed, past caring about propriety."I want you to make me come on your hand before you fuck me."
"Such a dirty mouth on my beautiful yoga instructor," he said, his voice dark with approval."I love it."
When Ted slipped two fingers inside her, finding a rhythm that made her hips rock desperately against his hand, Monica buried her face in his neck and held on.
"That's it, baby," he murmured in her ear."Ride my fingers.Show me how much you need this."
