I put my hands on his broad forearms and … stopped. My fingers felt firm, hard muscle that rippled under my touch as he flexed unconsciously. I spread my fingers over his shoulder, but I couldn’t grasp anything more than a small part of his arm.
When I looked up, he was looking down at where my hand met his arm. He must have felt my gaze on his because he turned to me, and his face brightened. There was no one in sight. It was just us.
When he pulled me to him, my hips met his body in a move that seemed practiced. When my body softened, my resistance waning, our eyes met, and I could read him very well. This wasn’t for show. He had a craving he wanted to satisfy. He had an itch that he needed to scratch, just like I did.
Why was it that whenever we met, our gazes were electric? Why was every touch designed to melt my defenses? We weren’t a good fit, and we shouldn’t kiss.
“There’s a theory I’ve been wanting to test for a while, Ava,” he said, his voice low as he leaned in. He used a finger to tilt my chin up. “Tell me if I should stop.”
He bent down and gave me the softest, gentlest, most passionate kiss I’d ever had in my life. My fingers curled as I let him pull me closer, his hip pressing into mine as he bit down on my lower lip. I gasped. It was exquisite. The kiss turned into something more, and he pressed kisses along my cheek, my jawline, and down my neck. We’d been teasing each other for so long now that we craved each other with a maddening intensity.
“Don’t stop,” I breathed out.
My head was thrown back against the wall, and his hand pulled the right sleeve of my shirt down, exposing my bra strap. He slid the neckline of my shirt down under my right breast, his fingers grazing the edge of my cotton bra. Whenhe looked up, there was a strange expression in his eyes, as though he was waiting for my permission.
“Just this once,” I said breathlessly, and he grunted his approval as he pulled my bra down.
“Only once,” he repeated. Stepping closer, he put his lips to my neck and trailed down.
“And then, for good measure, you disappear from my life for good?” I asked, my words coming out in broken bits as I closed my eyes against the feel of his tongue on my breast.
He growled as he found and tugged at my right nipple. “That might be asking for too much, sweetheart.”
I sighed, running my fingers through his soft, wonderful hair while his mouth drove me to the brink of pleasure.
“I was always too greedy when it came to you, darling.”
He paused, tongue paused, and I opened my eyes to find him looking up at me.
There was a fleeting look of pained regret on his face before he dismissed it.
I gasped as his fingers pulled my leggings down, the back of his hand grazing my inner thigh. He pushed my underwear to the side, and when his fingers touched the damp garment, his eyes widened. I was undeniably wet for him, and he smiled even more.
“Greedy indeed.”
I looked over his shoulder and saw the parking lot, the bushes and shrubs marking the fence, and the gentle breeze caressed me while Desmond … did what he did to make me lose my mind.
His lips were on me again, making me whimper while his fingers continued their search for my sex.
I closed my eyes, ready to roll my hips and forget about the world but Desmond was far more careful. He pulled hishand away from where he was dangerously close to the sweet spot, and I muttered a groan as I opened my eyes.
“Hold on,” he muttered, pulling my leggings back up before he walked me over around the corner of the building.
We heard footsteps, and I grabbed on to the sides of his suit jacket and pulled him to me. He leaned in, covering me completely from view under his six-foot-three-inch-tall frame, and the footsteps stopped a few feet to our left. The people walked inside the building, and the door shut. I released a big breath.
I stared at him, wide-eyed, and he was looking back. This was bold and reckless, and we almost laughed. He bent down to kiss me again, this time softer, his scent warm and lemony. His fingers tugged at my leggings again before resuming their search. They parted my folds, and I gasped as his fingers slipped in. As he slowly pushed his fingers in more, I bit my lip, fighting the instinct to clench. I took a few deep breaths, and he went in deeper bit by bit until his fingers were fully in. The heel of his hand touched my sensitive nub, and he ground his palm against me.
“Des,” I gasped as he started moving his fingers up and down.
I rolled my hips to match his movements, chasing pleasure.
“I’ve wanted to hold you again forever, Ava,” he said before his head dipped and he kissed me softly. “To kiss you again,” he added gently, building up to the crescendo as he covered me with kisses. “To touch you again,” he finished.
His lips were on mine, my cheeks, the tip of my chin, the base of my neck, and the dip between my breasts while his fingers made me whimper and shudder as they moved faster and faster. His lips found my nipple, and he started to bite down gently before flicking it with his tongue. I closedmy eyes, hearing the sounds of the birds chirping and the cars roaring in the streets beyond while I spread my legs wider for Desmond. He inserted another finger, filling me while I quivered under his fingertips.
“I want you,” I said in a jagged whisper, pulling his jacket to me, wishing I had him instead of his fingers, but he paid me no heed.
He sucked faster on my nipple, and his fingers worked his magic on my clit until my blood raced and I couldn’t think anymore. I was close to the crest, and in a few seconds, pleasure rocked my body. I shuddered and came, falling limp in his hands and shutting my eyes as he caught me. His short, husky laugh was all I needed.
