Page 32 of Unbuttoning Her Brooding Boss

She couldn’t hold back the moan as she felt part of his weight on her. Maybe it was madness, but never had she been so lost to lust. Never had she craved contact in such a raw way. She couldn’t hold her hips from their instinctive arch towards him as he braced above her. Framed by that brilliant blue sky, he was truly the sexiest man she’d ever seen. And the way he was looking at her...

‘Ten minutes,’ he said softly.

Then there were no more words. There were kisses. And there were touches too. And thank goodness she was on her back and no longer having to stand, because she simply wouldn’t be able to—not when he was skimming his palm down the side of her waist like that—not when he was pressing kisses across her collarbones—not when his fingers were toying with the hem of her dress, teasing underneath it to stroke her thighs before skittering back down. And then starting again. Every time going higher beneath her skirt. Going lower towards her neckline. Kissing more skin... uncovering more of her body.

She arched again, seeking more, unable to stop her innate need to draw him closer. The heat was burning her inside out.Shewanted everything.

Finally he returned to her mouth, kissing her deep and lush. Then he lifted his head. Bracing on his elbows, he caught her eyes and then rolled his hips—pressing his erection against her.

‘Stay the night.’

‘I can’t...’ She shuddered, almost devastated.

It had only been five minutes—tops. All she needed was another kiss, another touch, and she’d bethere.That would do. That was all she wanted now—just to come. And for him to come. She wanted tofeelhim.

He kissed her again. Thrust against her again.

‘Stay the night. The whole damned night. Withme.’

He didn’t give her the chance to deny him again. Instead he kissed her endlessly, making it impossible for her to answer anything. Making it impossible for her tothink.

His hands resumed their playful skimming beneath her skirt—only this time they went higher, then higher still. He shifted slightly, easing the way he was pressed against her. And then she felt his fingers gently stroking at the edge of her panties. She gasped as he kissed her, then groaned as those skilful fingers breached the fabric barrier.

Skin on skin. Firm touches on slick heat. Slipping into searing intimacy. Gentle, rhythmic, maddening. And not enough.Sonot enough.

She groaned into his kiss, winding her arms more tightly around his neck, mentallybegginghim not to stop.

He lifted his mouth from hers again.

‘I’ll drive you back first thing in the morning,’ he promised. ‘You’ll have all day to work if you have to. Stay with me now.’

She shook her head but at the same time rocked her hips—grinding herself against his hand, seeking just a couple more strokes of his fingers.

She wanted to come.

‘Stay. The. Night.’ He punctuated the demand with kisses—starting at her throat then going lower, to her cleavage.

Her bra was too tight. She was too hot. She wanted to be naked.

He swiftly pulled away completely, and she gasped in disappointment. But before she could speak he lifted her skirt to her waist, baring her legs to the heat of the sun— and to his even hotter scrutiny. She squeezed her innermost muscles in instinctive response to his hungry, determined look. Slowly his lashes lifted as he looked from the tops of her thighs to her breasts, to her face.

Holding her gaze in his, he gently fingered the elastic of her panties again. She stopped breathing. He grasped the fabric in his fist and tugged. She arched again, enabling his movement so her panties slid down. He bent to kiss a couple of places on her legs as he pushed her panties right off.

‘I’ve been imagining you like this all day,’ he muttered. ‘Warm and wet and spread wide for me.’

And now she was wetter.

‘Jack...’ She swallowed.

‘Stay the night.’

She shook her head slightly, couldn’t even voice the denial now.

He smiled. It wasn’t a gentle smile.

She shivered, realising just how single-minded he was. His hand skimmed up the inside of her thigh again.Yes.She wanted those fingers back, wanted that rhythm.

But it wasn’t his fingers that touched her this time. Her breathing shortened as he kissed her thighs, slowly working his way up. He stopped just short. And she gasped.

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