Page 15 of Under His Touch

“What if I’m called to a business meeting tomorrow morning and I’m not able to help you finish the questions. The sooner we get this done, the better it is for both our careers, right?”

My gaze roams her face, takes in the need in her eyes. It wraps around my dick and squeezes. I’ve never needed a woman in quite the same way as I need her. But I should put a stop to this. I have to put a stop to this. I briefly pinch my eyes shut and pray for the strength to walk away.

“What are you suggesting, Alec?” she says in a soft, seductive whisper that nearly makes me come in my boxers.

Fuck me.

“That maybe I should show you.” In this moment, as need zaps my balls, every reason I have for staying away from her vanishes into thin air. The only thing I know is if I don’t get this woman into my bed this very second, I might just spontaneously combust. “You’ll want to find someone who’s compatible sexually, and this way you’ll know what you’re working with when vetting dates. It might speed up the process in matching me correctly.”

“It’s the logical thing to do,” she murmurs, and I swipe her nipple a little harder, and widen her legs with my knee. The laptop bag in her hand falls with a thud and she moans as I shimmy closer, rub her sex with my thigh.

“When you moan like that... Jesus.”

“You don’t like it?”

I laugh and shake my head. “Oh, I like it. I like it a lot.”

A sexy chuckle bubbles in her throat. “I thought you might have had misophonia.”

I place my palms over her breasts, give them a little squeeze. This time she emphasizes the moan, and I like the way she’s teasing me. “Mis-a-what?”

“Never mind,” she whispers, her head rolling back as she moves on my leg, a slight rocking of her hips, enough to rub the swollen little cleft I can’t wait to put in my mouth.

“I’m hungry, Megan,” I growl into her ear.

“Pizza,” she murmurs.

“Haven’t we already established that I like to put warm things in my mouth,” I say, my voice deeper, thicker, dripping with lust. “Any suggestions?”

Her body stiffens, and her eyes fly open. She pushes away from me, and in that moment, I get it. I hurt her in the past and my question just pulled her from her lust-induced state and snapped her back to her senses. Now she’s having second thoughts and I don’t blame her one bit. I was a stupid, needy prick for starting this in the first place.

She inches back, her eyes locked on mine, and I swallow as the gap of air between us cools. We stand there for a long time, our eyes locked like we’re in a Mexican standoff. I want to speak, say something, do something, anything, but the next move has to come from her.

Her gaze drops to my caged erection, and a visible quiver moves through her body. After a few speechless moments of checking me out, her eyes slowly travel back to mine.

She grips the hem of her too big T-shirt. In one sexy movement she peels it over her head, gifting me with a view of her gorgeous, full breasts and hard pink nipples.

Sweet mother of God and all that is holy.

“Will these do?” she asks.

On that note, I take a labored breath, then another, and in two fast steps close the distance between us. I cup both breasts, revel in the softness of her skin and meet her heated gaze. “Yeah, these will definitely do,” I say, and bend forward to take one turgid nub into my mouth. Our moans mingle, and she arches her back as her hands go around my almost naked body. She drags her nails down my arms, palms my muscles, and my dick jumps in my boxers.

The honeyed scent of her skin fills my senses as her breast fills my ravenous mouth. Greedy man that I am, I suck hard, and widen my lips to take more, until she’s writhing and crying out my name. I back off a bit, clench down on one nipple, and her cries of joy burst around me.

I lick and suck an

d eat at her like she’s going to bolt at a moment’s notice—leave me starved for another eight long years—but she doesn’t. Instead she puts her hand on my cock and gives it a little squeeze.

I release her nipple and give it a soft lick to soothe the sting. Then I scoop her up, ready to make up for lost time, over and over again. I carry her to my bedroom and set her on my bed; she falls backward, and her auburn hair tumbles.

“Look at you,” I murmur, taking pleasure in the sight of her. She’s so goddamn sexy and I’m the luckiest guy on the planet.

The heat between us, the chemistry that has only grown stronger, flared brighter in our years apart, scorches the air we breathe. I drop to my knees in front of her, lean over her body and press my nose to her stomach, breathing her in. I missed the smell of her.

I go back on my heels, and she sits up, her breathing rough and ragged as she reaches for me, runs her fingers over my flesh. Raw hunger claws at my insides, and I take a breath, work to slow myself down. We both understand there can’t be a tomorrow or a next week, we have opposite goals, but we have tonight, and I plan to take things slow, make it last well into the morning.

I untie the oversize sweats and grip the band. She goes back on her elbows and lifts her hips for me. I tug them down slowly, and leave her lacy thong in place. Fucking sexy. I toss her pants away, and slide my finger into the top of her lacy underwear. I swipe it back and forth, coming close, but not quite touching the spot swollen with need, clamoring for my touch.

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