Page 53 of Reckless Desire

“And I’m still a former escort. You used to have an issue with that, which I understand.”

“I made many assumptions three years ago. Assumptions that led to a misunderstanding. I thought you were married. I decided you were just doing your job, even though everything about that night felt too real, too good, too authentic. Also not enough.”

What her words do to me… Jesus. “In that case, I’d very much like a redo of that date.”

She swallows a few times and then steps forward tentatively. I mirror her move and we meet halfway. I don’t know if my intentions result from today’s stress or from the insatiable need to discover what we could be.

“I’d like that.” The tremor in her voice is almost imperceptible, but it sends a jolt of desire down my spine.

I cup the back of her neck and crush my lips against hers. It’s savage again, but not because I need to let loose after a shitty day. All the pent-up tension, the pages of unspoken words between us since that first night, everything melts into this kiss.

Sydney wraps her arms around my shoulders, and as I dip her head backward, adjusting the angle, she digs her nails into my skin, holding onto me. Her lips taste even better as we both dive into the kiss with all we can take and give.

Her tongue is more confident and her almost inaudible moans reverberate through me like sirens calling, seducing me. I want to bend her over and finally have her in every possible position I’ve imagined.

At the same time, I want to savor this kiss and take it slowly, to relish every moment, to seek a languid restitution for all the denial and delay.

“I should probably look up the school policy.” She is breathless as I leave her lips and trail down, kissing her jaw, her neckline, the crook of her shoulder.

“Too late for that, Mrs. Lowe, we’re doing this. Fuck the rules.” I dust her earlobe with my words, savoring the shiver my whisper sends down her body.

“I’m already in trouble—not only have I lost a student, but I broke up with the principal.” The way she clings to me is wanton and somehow innocent at the same time.

I squeeze her ass, delighted at how well it fits in my hands, and bite her shoulder. “Don’t talk about another man when you’re with me.”

“So we’re going to deal with everything by denial?” She struggles to sound strict and serious as her breath hitches when my tongue traces the neckline of her dress. It’s a simple cotton dress that hugs her curves like a second skin, and it takes all my restraint not to rip it off.

“Works for me, Mrs. Lowe. Right now, I’d like to discuss more important things we need to address first.” I lock my eyes with hers and watch every muscle on her beautiful face as I cup the curve of her breast. A soft whimper escapes her when I brush my thumb over the hard peak of her nipple.

She swallows and licks her lips. “I’m not sure if this is a good time for such a discussion. For any discussion.”

I lower my forehead to hers, keeping my hand on that intriguing curve. Each part of her fits so well with mine. “You’re right. Less talking, more doing. Just to run over the agenda, though. I’d like to see if you’re as wet for me as your nipples are hard.”

Her eyes widen with a mixture of shock and arousal.

“And then, sweetheart, as soon as my hand confirms how you really feel about me, I’m going to shove your panties to the side and thoroughly explore those swollen lips.”

She bites her lower lip, clinging to me as her knees weaken under the influence of my words. I grab her tighter around the waist and dip to reach for the hem of her dress to demonstrate my idea.

“Would you like that, Mrs. Lowe?”

She nods and her moan breaks through the charged air in the room as I drag my hand up her thigh. Her skin is like silk against my rough fingers. I trace over the delicate fabric of her underwear, and Sydney sags into my arm with another moan.

“Jesus, sweetheart, you really are soaked for me,” I drawl. “Would you like to hear what else we should not discuss?”

Her head falls back as I draw circles with my finger over her clit. “Yes,” she rasps.

“I’d like to take you back to The Ritz-Carlton and test every surface of that suite just like I should have back then. I’d fuck you so thoroughly you would need to take time off, Mrs. Lowe. I would make up for our lost time and give you an orgasm for each month you didn’t call me.”

I increase the pressure of my finger and Sydney whimpers.

“It sounds like a threat,” she whispers.

“Oh, it’s a threat, sweetheart. And it’s a vow.”

ChapterEighteen

Sydney

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