Page 82 of Wanting More
"Oh shit," Joel's laughing face turned to worry as he caught her easily. Lifting her up, he pushed her back until she could feel the edge of the desk underneath her.
Breathlessly she glared back at him as he stepped into the space of her open legs, watching her with a tentative smile.
"I thought I was having a heart attack," she huffed with a smile, still not able to catch her breath.
Joel didn't say anything. Instead, he just looked down at her, his hands still cupping her shoulders as he gave her a penetrating look. Sapphire felt the air shift around them just as his hand cupped her cheek. It was impossible not to close her eyes and savor the rough warmth of it against her cheek. The contrast between their skin was remarkable.
She felt his thumb swipe gently just beneath her lips, pressing down just enough until her lips parted. At that moment, their eyes met like thunder and lightning. Somewhere in that slow stretching second, a wordless question was asked and permission granted just as silently. Sapphire leaned into his hand as Joel dipped his head to hers. At the touch of his lips, a small, delicate sound escaped her throat as she shuddered into the pressure of his lips.
With an almost lazy devouring way, Joel worked his mouth over hers. A gentle relentlessness of an experienced man that reminded her of every inadequacy of the boys she had ever kissed. Biting and tugging at her bottom lip, extracting that little foreign sound from her again and again as if it was her goal, Joel sank further into her. His tongue delving deeper, soothing, and smoothly demanding every part of her surrender until she was no longer pressing into him as she was before. Nearly limp in his strong arms that circled her back, she arched against his assault and accepted each tangling swipe of his skilled tongue, whimpering with every bite to her lip until her body was boneless.
"Put your legs around me." Vaguely she heard the rough command as she took a lungful of much needed air.
Blinking up at him, Sapphire stared up at his eyes. They were dark, like the ocean at night, deep and dangerous.
Seeing her dazed expression, Joel gave her a small smirk as his hands gripped her ass. Energy surged through her, and she blinked at that.
"Tighter," he commanded just as his hands gripped the fatty flesh of her ass and his long arms that bracketed her body tightened. Instinctively she knew what he was going to do and tightened her legs around his narrow waist.
Easily she was lifted against him. Never taking his eyes off of her, Joel stepped back and turned the world beyond his holding gaze. Sapphire felt the cool plush of the leather couch at her back, and some of the intimate magic dissipated as she made a face.
"Ewww, not this semen covered couch," she cried.
Holding himself above her with both hands braced beside her head and one knee between her thighs, Joel threw his head back and laughed. "What the fuck?" He laughed harder, the deep sounds sending wonderful vibrations through her as he continued. "It’s not covered in semen."
Sapphire's frown deepened, and she barely resisted crossing her arms. "You said you used it to bang girls," she huffed. "All three of you did," she added accusingly.
"There is no semen on it," he laughed, and Sapphire couldn't help but sigh a little at the dark little dimples flashing within his golden beard. "And there are no girls," he said, answering the question burning at her lips as he studied her with heavily lidded eyes, dark still with the need still flowing between them.
Sapphire swallowed, staring back with slowly widening eyes as Joel watched her throat move with the action.
"Are you sure?" she asked. Even now, despite the overwhelming evidence, a kernel of doubt still lingered in her mind. He could just be caught up in the moment. Or he could…
"I'm very sure," Joel said, cutting off her escalating worries. Lowering his head, he pressed his lips against her neck and suckled at the soft skin. Her hand, which was still buried in the fabric of his shirt, tightened. "You know who I want, don't you?" He whispered against the damp skin sending shivers through her.
Sapphire nodded, her cheek scraping across the hair of his beard. "I think so."
His knee that was between her thighs moved, and Sapphire's hands clutched at his shoulders tighter as she felt the warm pressure of it pressing against her jean-covered center. Amidst the hard planes of his handsome face, the teasing playfulness disappeared as he dropped his gaze back to her lips. Without prompt, she arched into him, her hands tugging him down to her.
Joel obliged. His chest meeting hers as he slanted his mouth over hers once more, consuming her soul as he pressed her deeper into the couch's cushion. Sapphire let out a small gasp at the feeling of his hand covering her breast. Even through her shirt, the warmth of his hand covered her flesh, learning her shape. Casually, almost teasingly, his thumb skimmed around the tiny island of her nipple with pinpoint accuracy despite her bra. Sapphire writhed beneath him, making a tiny sound of protest against his lips as he continued without mercy.
Pulling back, Joel looked down at her. She could see the predatory satisfaction in his eyes as he stared down at her breathless expression. "You know exactly what I want," he said, his hand squeezing at her breast. Sapphire couldn't stop her responding moan at the sudden rough treatment. "Say it," he growled. "Tell me what I want?" he demanded.
"Me," she whispered, and she realized she was hoping it was true. She desperately wanted them both, and she wasn't sure if she could go another day longing for them in silence.
As if he had been waiting for the confirmation, too, Joel's shoulders relaxed, and he let out a groan. "You're goddamn right I do."
Sinking back down against her, Joel supported most of his weight on his bracing arm but allowing her to feel him press against her completely. The feeling was borderline primal. Sapphire shuddered at the overpowering feeling of him on top of her and opened her legs wider until his slim hips were falling perfectly within the cradle of her thighs.
Joel let out a grunt as she felt the hard ridge of him press against her aching center. Naturally, his mouth found hers again, and they renewed their kiss with an urgency that overwhelmed her senses. Her legs tightened around him, locking his muscular body to hers as Joel began to grind his hips in time with his tongue. Sapphire wanted to cry, wanted to take a breath and smile at the victorious feeling of having her desires acknowledged, but she could hardly think. The growing sounds of Joel's hunger only served to drive her closer to the edge. With each pump of his hips against her throbbing sex, her own sounds of need were pulled from her throat. She needed him. She needed his hand that had found its way beneath her shirt to stop teasing her and slip beneath the bra like they both wanted.
Something crashed next to them, and they both froze.
They both looked to see Hayden standing near the desk, staring straight at them.
Chapter twenty-four
Itwasasifsomeone pressed pause. No one in the room moved as their eyes clashed with one another. Hayden stood unmoving at the door, the bag of parts on the desk where he threw them a second ago.
