Page 17 of Craving Her Christmas Boss

She could feel the heat as he stared at her breasts.

‘Actually,’ she said, her confidence firming the same time as her nipples, ‘I’m not sure I do.’

‘Then allow me to show you.’

He walked with sure, determined steps. But to her immense disappointment he stepped around her. Then, to her intense excitement, he locked the door.

Desire, too long denied, rose. Slowly she turned and watched him return to her. ‘This has to be on my terms, Ryan.’

‘Of course. Name them.’

‘Once only.’ She had to sit the rules while she could still think. ‘Just once. Okay?’

‘You’re offering me a one-night stand?’

‘It can’t get complicated that way, right?’

His eyes met hers, dark now, solemn. ‘Do you think once is going to be enough?’

‘It has to be.’

He stopped right in his face and looked hard at her. ‘I think that once will be enough to know.’

‘Know what?’

‘Whether once will be enough.’ His smile had an edge to it.

Her heart was dating louder than the drums in the Edinburgh Military Tattoo. ‘What does that mean?’

He ignored her. ‘Do you want me to touch you?’

‘Yes. And…’

He leaned closer, spoke just as softly. ‘And what?’

She whispered—the thinnest of threads detailing her deepest desire. ‘I want to touch you.’

Slowly, so slowly, he stretched out his arm and touched her shoulder. The tips of his fingers glided down her silky sleeve until he caught her hand. He lifted it, still slowly, and pressed her palm to his jaw, turned his chin into it just a touch so he could kiss her. All the while watching her intensely, his eyes reflecting her own desire back at her.

She moved then—fast. Sliding her hand to the back of his neck, she pulled him home, capturing his mouth with hers.

Slow and sweet became fast and frantic as they stumbled together, passionately trying to get closer. His stubble chafed her cheeks, her lips—she loved it—kissed harder. He backed her up until she was against his desk, pushed papers aside. She sat on it, pulling him to follow. He did, pressing kisses down her throat to her open collar. His fingers worked fast to undo the top few buttons so he could kiss the top of her breast as it crested over the scarlet lace. She had worn a skirt deliberately, and was now thrilled with her cunning. She wriggled her hips so he could push the material out of the way and slide his hand up her thigh. He stroked against her panties.

‘Yes…’ She sighed. If he touched her skin on skin she’d come. If he slid those fingers inside she’d… ‘Hurry,’ she urged. She’d waited for too long—wanted the pleasure now, so she could feel the relief and then be able to forget about it. ‘Hurry!’

‘All efficiency, aren’t you?’ He lifted his hands off her.

‘Why are you stopping?’

He’d placed his hands hard on the desk either side of her. His face was flushed, eyes glittering, breathing hard. ‘One night, right?’

‘Right.’

‘Then I wantallnight. Not some one-minute quickie in my office. I want a good ten hours in my hotel room.’

She felt her eyes widen. ‘You are the one who said you wanted me on your desk.’

He glanced down to her body. ‘I changed my mind.’

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