She nipped at him.
That laugh again.
She squeezed her thighs together, clenching internal muscles against the ache he had created.
His thumb passed over her lips again before his hand slid down to cup her chin.
“Gotta kiss you,” he growled. He released her chin and spun her around.
She wobbled, but he was there to keep her upright. Steadying her. Pulling her close.
This kiss was deeper, darker than the first. His mouth devoured hers, teasing and tempting her with nips and licks, soft caresses and sharp little nibbles.
“Want to touch you,” she groaned when he paused for a breath.
His hands caressed her arms, working the coat over her elbows, his touch steady and firm. Finally—finally!—her arms were free.
Her jacket hit the floor with a thud. Her hands flew up and tangled in his hair.
“You. Are. An. Evil. Bastard.” She punctuated each word with another kiss. Then on “bastard,” she swallowed his laugh and kissed him like her life depended on it.
He didn’t respond. Which was fine. Because he was still kissing her.
His hands roamed her body, cupping and shaping her curves. He growled.
Palms gripping the backs of her thighs, he picked her up.
Gasping in surprise, she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles. The move hitched her up, pressing her breasts flush against his chest and her core against his erection. In their new position, they’d practically be having sex if their clothes weren’t in the way.
Using her crossed legs, she levered her body up, then back down, rubbing the junction of her thighs against him.
So good. So damn good.
Ash kept one hand on the back of her thigh and clamped the other on her ass. He used his grip to hold her still. Hold her pressed against him.
She was dying to move. If she couldn’t do it that way...
Taryn clenched her inner thigh muscles. In and out against the hot, hard ridge of him.
He tore his mouth away from hers. “Are you trying to kill me?”
She loosened her arms from around his neck and leaned back to look at him. His eyes were hazy, half-lidded. His chest rose and fell like a bellows.
She shrugged. “Would that be such a bad way to go?”
His gaze never left hers and he peered straight into her soul. “Fuck no,” he said, right before he captured her mouth again.
Hands locked under her ass for support, Ash started walking. With every step, she rubbed against him. Heaven and hell combined, it didn’t last nearly long enough.
When they stopped, he tilted her backward a little. His mouth captured her squeak of surprise and she tightened her arms around his neck.
Her tailbone landed on a solid surface and his hands slid down the backs of her thighs as he released her.
Missing his touch, missing his kiss, she fluttered her eyes open to see what was happening. He’d set her in the middle of her desk.
“This is perfect.” His sigh feathered against the delicate skin of her neck. His tongue skimmed over her flesh, then he nipped her with his teeth.
The slight sting of his teeth sent her reeling back into her own private hell.
