Page 38 of Craving Her Christmas Boss

‘I love you. I fell in love with you that first day, when you tried to break into my hotel room—and afterwards, when you wouldn’t look at me and were trying to prove how efficient you are.’

She shook her head. Still couldn’t quite believe. ‘But this is so fast. Who’s to say you won’t change your mind just as fast?’

He lifted his head from where he was kissing the base of her throat. Looked deep into her eyes. ‘Haveyouever felt this way with someone else?’

She shook her head again. She could answer that honestly. She had never felt so inside out before.

‘Then trust it, Imogen. Trust in me. Trust in us. Trust yourself.’

She wanted to—so much.

He smiled then—the sweetest, gentlest of smiles. ‘It doesn’t matter anyway. Because I have the rest of our lives to prove it to you.’

Her cry was smothered by his mouth.

‘We’ll be together, you can study—whatever. Do whatever. Just let me love you.’ He kissed her. ‘I’ve missed you too much.’

He was right. This was so right. Her hands went round his neck again, holding him tight so she could kiss him back. And in doing so she revealed everything—her need, her desire, but most of all her love.

‘This is the real deal sweetheart.’

With his words his love washed over her, destroying the last speck of her reserve. She wanted him—him and only him, and all of him—and now felt no need to fight it.

She unbuttoned her blouse, loving his groan as he saw her breasts. He bent his head, kissed them, and when he sucked her erect nipple into his mouth she was the one to groan. He spread his hand wide over her other begging breast and gently massaged it.

With firm fingers she pushed up his tee shirt, and he pulled away to reach over his head. She took the chance to unbutton his jeans. When she saw him she could wait no longer. She lay back, wriggling so she could slip off her knickers and pull up her skirt. He leaned over her, hands pressing into the desk either side of her, staring as if she were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

She bent her knees, putting her feet wide on the edge of the desk so she was utterly open to his hot, hungry gaze. Wanton. Willing—so willing.

‘Imogen, I —’ Every muscle in his body was clenched hard.

‘Please, Ryan.’ She interrupted, arching towards him. ‘I want you. I love you.’

He moved fast—holding her hips, lifting her to meet him, thrusting long and hard and full. Her cry of delight was utterly instinctive. He gritted his teeth and she saw determination flash on his face, but she held on to him, used her hands and her hips, driving him so there was no chance for either of them to regain control.

The desperate need that had been denied for days was unleashed. Frantic, they surged together again and again. Imogen felt wild freedom calling to her—the primal, almost animal joy that she could only get with him.

‘Harder,’ she begged him unnecessarily.

His eyes had gone cobalt, strain showed in the veins in his neck as he pumped with fierce, fast force.

For one long moment her body went rigid with the unbearable agony of anticipation, and then she collapsed, writhing in ecstasy, crying her satisfaction to him. Locked into her one last time, he, too, shouted, coming hard just after her.

His body crushed hers to the desk as they both lay panting.

‘I knew you were efficient, but…hell!’

She smiled, and all feminine sense of satisfaction flowing through her.

He must have sensed it, because he propped himself up on one elbow and smiled down at her. ‘I won’t always let you be efficient, you know.’

‘I know. I’m looking forward to it.’ She ran a hand over his rough jaw, saw up close the tiredness darkening his features. ‘You’re missing your family Christmas.’

‘Yeah, but I’ve got some good plans for tomorrow.’

‘Like what?’

‘I’m going to get naked, place chocolate covered peppermint creams all over my body and let you eat them off me.’

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