He chuckled darkly. “I know, because one taste won’t be enough.”
“No, it won’t,” I muttered, then realized I’d said the quiet part out loud.
“Say that again,” he demanded.
“Sorry, I wasn’t supposed to say that. Forget I said—”
“Not a fuckin’ chance,” he said, squeezing my ass, hard. “You want a taste of me, too.”
I wantedmore, much more, than a taste of Punc.
He lowered his head. “Say it. You want to taste me, too.”
I stared into those captivating blue eyes and got lost while also losing my willpower and resolve. “I want a taste of you so bad it’s not funny.”
“Damn right it’s not.”
I said no more because his lips were on mine.
I inhaled hard, which led to me inadvertently sucking on his tongue. He growled. I smiled. His tongue swirled around mine before he slanted his head. I opened wider, and he kissed me harder.
Over the years, I’d wondered more than once what it would be like to kiss Ted. This exceeded every single fantasy I had ever conjured. One of his hands came up to my hip and beneath my shirt, then under my bra to touch my breast, skin-to-skin.
I arched my back while shifting a hand around his neck and up so I could grip the short hair at the back of his head.
He kneaded my breast, then repeatedly ran his thumb over my nipple. So much heat and sensation built from that alone,I ground my hips against him. I felt his erection and let out a mewl.
Punc straightened his head, then slowly broke the kiss. “Damn it. You taste really fuckin’ good, sweet Ava.”
I opened my eyes. His were heated on me, and his hand was still at my breast. The riot of sensations had me in such a daze, there was only one response to that.
“So do you, now give me another taste,” I whispered, and used my hand in his hair to pull his lips to mine.
He resisted, but not by much once I kissed him. This kiss was only slightly different in that he let me lead it for a second, then he took over again. I pushed my body forward against his. The couch was right behind him. He stopped when his legs hit it. With my free hand I pushed on his shoulder, and he sat down. I climbed right on his lap and kept on kissing him.
Everything about this was right.
Everything about this was wrong.
We weren’t supposed to be doing this.
I didn’t know if that was what made it so damned delicious, or if it was the years of pent up attraction I had for him.
I didn’t care. I kept taking from him as much as he’d let me, and gave him everything I could in a single kiss.
His hand at my ass dipped a touch lower and I canted my hips to try and fill the ache I had even through my clothes.
He broke the kiss. “Savannah. We can’t—”
I stared into his eyes. “I know. We can’t do this. We shouldn’t do this, but honey, I reallywantto do this.”
Funny thing was, he hadn’t moved either of his hands. They were both right where I wanted them.
“Got a response to that, baby, but it’s not the right one. We’re co-workers and you made it crystal clear you need the extra money. I don’t want sex to be the reason you quit. At the same time, selfish horny fucker that I am, hearing you moan for me,I’d love to tell you that if you quit, I’ll give you much more than just a taste of me.”
He had one thing right - telling me to quit my job was not the right response. Still, I slid my hand along his rock-hard (and sizeable) erection between us. “Who has to know?” I asked.
“Savannah,” he said.
