Page 109 of As They Are
“That could be a terrible idea.” His words ghosted over my ear.
“I love terrible ideas.” My teeth scraped over his earlobe. “So, are we doing this?”
“Fuck, Wren.” His voice wavered. “Yes. We’re doing this.”
My pulse jumped again. I wasn’t sure where to start or what I wanted to do with our one time together. I could picture it all, yet none of it seemed good enough for this single chance I had.
Henry’s lips captured mine in a bruising kiss. He tugged me toward his body and I wrapped my legs around him to keep him close. Most of the people I’d been with let me take the lead. Usually, that’s what I said I liked. But there was something so delicious about Henry making the moves here. I didn’t have to plan it all out. He’d taken over.
His tongue darted across mine as he deepened the kiss. I opened myself to him and he pulled me tighter, our tongues still tangled. My mind whited out. I’d thought I would need to direct him to what I wanted.
But he was simply doing it. Taking it.
And my mind was silent.
I trailed my fingers to the buttons of his shirt, eager to take off his layers. His hands followed mine and he unbuttoned it himself without even breaking the kiss. My hands trailed over warm, smooth skin. His shoulders were taut, as was his back.
My hips ground into him, desperate for any friction. I cursed my jeans. For work, they were great, but if I’d known I’d be grinding against Henry in his office, I would have opted for leggings.
Henry’s hand moved from my hip up my side.
“You’re so soft,” he groaned into my lips. I was pretty sure this was the first time any man had referred to me assoft.
“My jeans,” I said. “Get themoff.”
“You’ll have to be patient,” he replied.
I whined as his hand cupped my breast. “Why?”
“Because I’m about to find every part of you that sets you off with my mouth.”
I was about to tell him no, that I only wanted him to touch me more, but then his lips ghosted behind my ear and I let out a gasp.
“Right there,” he said with a chuckle. “Noted.”
Henry trailed downward and his mouth settled on my neck for a long moment. I could feel him tug my skin into his mouth, andfuck.I would have one hell of a hickey, but I didn’t care. He continued pressing kisses into my skin.
I was covered in gooseflesh when he finally took off my shirt.
Each of his kisses were setting my nerve endings on fire, but the soft area above my collarbone caused me to cry out.
“You’re torturing me,” I whined.
“It’ll be worth it, buttercup.”
I writhed as his mouth moved, my core desperate for attention. I’d never felt like this from kisses alone, but Henry was organized. Methodical.
And it was driving me up the wall.
My legs gripped him like a vise, desperate for anything. I was sure I could feel the outline of his cock in his pants. And God, I wanted that inside of me.
I’d never been this wet in mylife.And only from kisses. What the hell was happening to me?
After he found his fifth spot, the area under my ribs, I was begging.
“Please,”I groaned. “I’m losing my mind, Henry. You have to touch me.”
“I have you begging just like this,” he said, still not moving. “What would happen if I ...”
