Part of me, thesanepart, hopes he’ll reject me, and then we can be done with it. I’ll know for sure how he feels, and then I can go back to being ‘Luke’, and we won’t have to worry about any mix-ups. I’ll come off my suppressants and have my heat when they’re away. I’ll carry on being his employee, and then I’ll leave the job when the season is over, and Marilyn decides he’s healthy enough that she’s satisfied.
He lifts his hand, and I nearly moan as he runs the back of his nails over my collarbone, leading to my shoulder.
Holy fuck, his hands are soft. Are hockey players supposed to have soft hands?
His hands tremble along with my heart, and my eyes flutter as sparks dance over my skin. I arch my neck as he runs them up to my ear so agonizingly slowly that my lips part in a stuttering breath.
“Is it okay to say ‘more’ to a guy you’ve just met?” I ask huskily, and my grin is clear in my voice.
He doesn’t answer, and his energy shifts. If he was a wall before, he’s become an entire fortress, ready to trap me as his giant hand wrings my neck.
I have no idea where he’s going, and I jump as his thumb ever so gently caresses the front of my throat.
And then I really moan.
My eyes shoot open to find him staring so intently I reach out, placing my hand on his chest. His heart races under my palm, and my knees go weak, because I’ve been waiting for this forever.
I can already feel my slick escaping. And I was doingsucha good job of holding myself back at the table, as well.
With another long stroke from my chin to my collarbones, my eyes roll, and my fingers bunch on his tight shirt.
I’m going to punch my dealer’s lights out the next time I see him. New batch of suppressants my ass.
I took an extra one before I came to dinner because I was sure that Kane was going to try something. But since I know Timber can taste my slick, it would be worth testing my limits—for science.
So, I lift my chin. “Aren’t you going to ask me if it worked?” I say as his thumb presses firmly against the dip in my collarbone, next to the purple pendantthat Kane gave me before we entered the restaurant. The line of my dress hides my breasts, but it won’t take much for him to pull it down to expose my nipples.
I wish he could scent me. I just need him to touch me more. To mold his body against mine, to feel his weight on me, to show me how much he wants me,ifhe actually wants me.
“Ask me, Timber,” I say, my voice low and thick with desire.
He runs his tongue over his lips, and he’s staring straight at mine.
“Can I kiss you?” he murmurs as he draws even closer, and I light up instantly. Need and excitement rush through me as I reply.
“That wasn’t what I was expecting. Do you really want me to perfume that badly?”
His thumb leaves my throat to grip the back of my neck, and the pressure of his fingertips holds me in place.
“I want to kiss you so badly. And I want to see if I’m right.” His trembling hands turn to shakes, and the tension breaks between us as I rise onto my tiptoes, meeting him halfway.
“Right about what?” I ask breathlessly.
He crashes forward, and coffee explodes in my mouth as we kiss. My whine blends with his moan as he brings his arm around my back, and I fling mine around his neck. I whimper at finally feeling him after so many weeks of craving.
He moans again, and I hungrily lap it up. I need him so badly that I groan as his tongue sweeps over mine.
I’m the sweetness to his bitterness. I love it so much I roll my hips against him, grinding, moaning, grasping tightly so I can lift myself higher to press against his cock. And he answers by sweeping his hand down to cup my ass.
“Fuck!” I gasp against his lips as heat burns through me. After all that hesitating around me, I never thought he could be so confident.
His kisses grow deeper, more frantic, sucking up every last inch of me as my maple syrup vanishes from my mouth and all that’s left is him.
There’s a clatter behind me, and I jolt back. But he holds me too tightly, and he growls, his fingers digging deeper into my ass as I try to lower back to my feet.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
And if that’s not the sexiest thing someone’s ever said to me, I don’t know what is.
