Page 30 of Unbuttoning Her Brooding Boss

All she knew was that he wanted her the way she wanted him.

Utterly. Now.

Her bones melted, her muscles warmed, inhibition fled as his passion spun its magic. She felt so wanted. So needed. She drowned in the sensations, her head falling back as she let him take her weight, wholly drawn into his embrace.

Thoughts, worries, words dissolved along with any last hesitation as she swooned, seeking the heat and strength of him. His hands pulled her closer still. One stroked from her waist up her spine, pressing her stomach to his hard abs, the other shaped the curve of her butt.

She tingled everywhere they touched and felt the buzzing to her toes. The hunger for more deepened. She threaded her hands through his hair, holding him as tightly as he held her, holding his lips to hers. She couldn’t get enough of him—so big, so strong, sohot.

In the blink of an eye she was ready to agree to anything—ready to demand. Burning up, she yearned to be naked.

His kisses lengthened, intensified, kinked. His tongue worked wicked sensual magic. She mewled when he stroked the roof of her mouth, when he swirled deeper.

Sonotchaste. So hot. So good.

Breathless now, she clung to him with both lips and hands, holding him so he could take more from her. Give her more.

Kiss after kiss after kiss.

‘Stephanie...’ he muttered suddenly.

She wasn’t sure if it was a warning or a caress. She didn’t care. She just wanted more kisses. More everything.

He groaned against her and pulled back. ‘This is...’ he breathed out harshly ‘...crazy.’

Not the word she’d have chosen. Not what she wanted to hear. She wanted to hear only groans, sighs. She wanted to dive again into those bottomless pools of sensation, of touch and taste. She wanted to feel his hot, hard strength against her, pushing her towards ecstasy. Right now she wanted it all, wanted to reach oblivion.

Just for once.

‘Stephanie?’

He gently shook her in his arms. Belatedly she realised she’d been leaning against him breathlessly, like a heaving-bosomed heroine in a period drama. Only she couldn’t blame her breathlessness on a too tight corset. It was all him.

Now a droplet of ice ran the length of her spine and she made herself open her eyes.

He’d tensed, but to her relief that inferno was still within him. He was gazing down at her with that ravaging hungry look. Her toes curled in her kitten-heeled shoes.

‘This is a bad idea,’ he said.

But even as he spoke he swept his hand from the small of her back over the curve of her butt, pulling her hips flush to his again. His erection rammed against her belly.

She trembled at the touch. Relieved, craving.

‘Yes.’

He frowned. ‘But I want to—’

‘Yes.’

He shook his head at her interruption, and a wisp of a smile crossed his face before frustration edged it out. ‘You don’t understand. I want to do...everything.’

‘Yeah, I’d kind of guessed that from your body language...’ She let her words trail, rocked her pelvis against his.

His hand on her butt tightened. His lips quirked again. ‘Cute. But—’ He broke off to frown again. ‘I don’t wantcomplicated.’

‘That’s fine—because I don’t do complicated,’ she muttered.

In truth, she didn’t doanything.Boyfriends hadn’t been forthcoming since Dan’s illness. Truth be told, they hadn’t been forthcoming prior to that trip either. After her one flop of a relationship she’d chosen to focus on other things. Now it had been so long since she’d had sex she wasn’t sure she could remember how. All she knew was that she didn’t want this moment to end—not yet. What harm were a few kisses? Maybe a little more? Maybe everything if they so wanted. Okay,sheso wanted.

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