“I like the way you think, too, but right now, I also like the way you look.” She was absolutely beautiful stretched out on his bed wearing nothing but a sexy smile and her socks. He ran a hand from her throat, trailing slowly between her breasts down to her belly button and back up again, forcing himself to take it slow.
He trailed his fingers down her body again, enjoying how her muscles tightened and her breaths became shallow and rapid. He loved the way she reacted to his touch.
Her voice was breathy. “I think our collaboration is working very well so far. What do you think, Mr. Anderson?”
“Best project I’ve ever worked on,” he said, leaning over to run his tongue over her nipple. It took everything in him to not roll on top of her and move things as fast as his body wanted. He was almost crazy from need.
“Lose those shorts,” she said. “Because I need you inside me, like quick. Like now.”
He chuckled. She felt the same urgency he did. “Feeling bossy, are you?”
She sat up and pushed him onto his back, her intent to take charge and move things along clear. Amused, he laced his fingers behind his head and relaxed—well, most of him relaxed. “I think you should be in charge of this project for a while. It’s your turn to be the boss, Miss Maddox.”
“Position accepted,” she replied in a husky, throaty tone that made him even harder. She lifted the elastic from his body enough to get the shorts over his aching cock, and to his delight, she stopped, mid-thigh, and simply stared at him as if she’d opened a present. The unguarded lust on her face made his balls tighten in anticipation. Thank God for the spy, whomever it was. Had it not been for her, his brothers wouldn’t have called him into the office and she wouldn’t be here right now.
“This project has moved beyond the planning stage, Mr. Anderson.” She pulled his shorts off the rest of the way and pitched them over her shoulder with a grin.
Heaven. He’d absolutely died and gone to heaven, he thought as she crawled up the bed over his body and then straddled him. She made a raspy sigh as their naked skin met for the first time. He closed his eyes and reveled in the sensation of her slick heat. Then she placed her hands on his chest, and rubbed forward and back. Too much. He didn’t want to lose it. He grabbed her pelvis and stilled her, then reached down and pressed his thumb against her in just the right place, and she groaned.
He stroked in small circles, the way he knew she liked it, and she threw her head back, resuming her forward-and-back action until both of them were close to the edge.
“Drawer,” he managed to say.
He didn’t stop making circles with his thumb as she stretched to the side, opened the drawer of the nightstand, and pulled out a small box. “You are very distracting,” she said. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes.”
She resumed her rocking motion and he found himself gasping for breath. “Open it.”
“Oh, no. I’m in charge. You open it,” she said, never breaking her tempo.
He grabbed the box and after several failed attempts to open the flap, growled in frustration. His fingers didn’t work with her grinding on him like that.
She giggled. “Need some help?”
“God, yes.” He pounded his fists into the mattress on either side of her knees in mock frustration and she laughed. He loved her laugh.
She easily opened the box, pulled out a package, and tore it open. Will had never considered a condom sexy, but Claire made it the most erotic experience ever, when she studied every nuance of the act as she rolled it on. Once in place, she met his eyes and winked.
“You make me crazy,” he said, dropping his head back on the pillow.
“I’m just getting started.” She moved up his body, pausing to run her tongue over his nipples on the way up, and his body bucked beneath her.
Her lips met his in a hungry kiss and she positioned herself directly over him again. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down so that their bodies touched all the way to where her slick heat met his hardness.
“Please, Claire.” It took everything in him not to roll her under him and thrust inside her at last. This was her show, though. Her turn. He gritted his teeth and held on as she pushed upright again.
Then she wrapped her hand around him and positioned her body perfectly to make it happen. She barely pushed down, just enough for the tip of him to enter, then froze. Her voice was breathy and he knew she was close, just like he was. “So, I’m thinking that maybe some renegotiations are in order. Another organizational meeting, maybe?”
Will took both hands and pushed down on her hips and she laughed, then gasped as he filled her. “Negotiate this, please,” he whispered.