Sliding both hands back up his chest, she rested them on his shoulders. She wanted him to kiss her again and tugged him down. This time her mouth opened beneath his straightaway. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, tasting him, hot and slightly spicy.
Her body trembled against him, and he smoothed his hands over her back, soothing her, exciting her. Then he flicked open the fastener of her sports bra. He achieved his objective with obvious skill and without breaking the kiss and eased the straps down her shoulders, peeled the material from her breasts, and dropped it to the floor between them.
She was naked from the waist up. In Jake’s office.
With Jake.
There was something definitely wrong with that, but her brain couldn’t process what.
Just a little more. Then she’d stop him, and go away, and consider the implications, and make an informed decision…based on the sample.
In a little while.
But her whole being smoldered with anticipation. Waited for his next move.
His kiss slipped from her lips, down the line of her jaw, her throat, the spot where her neck met her shoulder, so sensitive she trembled under his touch. Then he kissed the tops of her breasts, his dark head bent over her, and her breasts ached with need. He had to touch her there, and soon, or she might spontaneously combust. Finally, he slid his hands around and cupped her in his palms. Her small breasts fit easily. She couldn’t take her eyes from the picture—her skin so pale against his dark hands. The nipples tight with need. He grazed the pads of his thumbs over them, and the sensation resonated at her core.
Then he lowered his head and licked across her nipple and fire roared to life in her belly. He peered up into her face, his eyes midnight dark, as he took one swollen nipple into his mouth and sucked.
A pulse throbbed between her thighs in rhythm with his mouth at her breast. Now hard, and then soft. He moved to her other breast and repeated the process until both glistened and moisture pooled at her sex. Her hips jerked, and he shifted his hands to her waist.
“Are you sure?”
Why the hell was he asking now? When all rational thought had vanished for the foreseeable future? She nodded.
“Absolutely?”
He was teasing her. She ground her teeth, and he laughed, almost triumphantly, then cupped her fleetingly between the thighs. “I’m going to kiss you here,” he said, and she gasped at the image that flashed in her mind.
He slipped his hands beneath the waistband of her sweatpants. Shock flared as he sank to his knees in front of her, dragging the material down over her hips, taking the black cotton panties as well.
She was naked. In Jake’s office.
In front of Jake.
She should feel panic. She did feel panic. That something would stop them. Desire coiled up tight inside her. She needed release or she would implode.
He kissed her belly, open-mouthed kisses, probing her navel with his tongue. Then his breath ruffled the curls that guarded her sex. Her legs went weak, and she clamped her knees together.
“Open your legs.”
She wasn’t sure she could. Her body wouldn’t seem to obey. Everything shaking.
Jake studied her for a moment and then rose to his feet, and she almost screamed. If he stopped now, she might very well tear him limb from limb.
Maybe that was his idea of a “sample.” Leave the potential customer wanting more.
But he swept the few papers off his desk and clasped her around the waist, picked her up, and deposited her on the top. “Lie back.”
When she didn’t move, he rested a finger against her chest and pushed gently. She collapsed onto the desk, the metal cool and smooth against her skin.
Jake gripped her knees and parted them.
Bloody hell.
She was sprawled naked on Jake’s desk with her legs wide open. And if she wasn’t mistaken, any moment now, he was going to kiss her down there, where she’d never been kissed before. And if he didn’t, she might go insane with frustration.
“That is so pretty,” he murmured, and his breath caressed her inner thigh. He kissed his way upward, and she squirmed. At the first touch of his warm, wet tongue on her sex, she shot upright, almost sliding off the desk.
“Lie still, or I’ll stop,” he said, pressing her down.
He wouldn’t dare.
All the same, she held herself very still as his tongue probed the folds of her sex. For a second, she felt a flash of embarrassment. She was so wet—it was impossible to hide how much she wanted him. Then he pushed his tongue inside her, and she didn’t care. The world vanished until there was nothing but his clever mouth working against her.