Her hands grip my face tighter, pulling me back just a hair so she can look directly into my eyes.
Our position has her a head taller than me, and with her gaze peering down at me, it’s all I can do to stare back at her, allowing myself to get lost in those dark orbs.
“Colt,” she says, darting her tongue out to lick her lips. “If you’re going to kiss me, you better fucking mean it.”
Her comment is a last-ditch effort for both of us. To let me know that if we kiss and cross that line, it changes everything. She’s giving me a chance to think about what I want. She’s asking aboutme, just like she always does.
I press my forehead to hers, doing my due diligence and allowing myself to think for a moment, but it doesn’t take more than a fraction of a second to know what my answer is. It’s her. It will always be her. I let a slow smile spread across my face as I lick my lips, one hand coming around to squeeze the back of her neck as I look up and soak in those chocolate eyes I’ve come to admire so much.
With a slow curl of my lip, I smile, pull her close, and crash our lips together.
A painful, guttural groan escapes me the moment I taste her. It’s more than I expected, better than I could have ever anticipated. We both inhale sharply at the contact and the burst of energy that’s released between us. She lets out tiny whimpers every time I grind against her, her body melting into mine as I press her firmly against the wall.
I pull back, just a hair, just enough to catch the expression on her face. Her lips are parted, hooded eyes drunk with lust, and I’m sure it’s the same feeling she sees reflected in mine. I find her lips again, kissing her until we’re breathless before moving my tongue along her slender neck, sweeping down her skin where I find her pulse, pausing over its heavy thump. I’m probably moving too fast, too ravenous, but my body is desperate for her. Desperate to make up for all of the months I’ve spent wanting, but not being able to touch.
“Colter,” she groans as she tightens her legs around my waist. She rolls her hips at the same time I grind against her, and we both release a slew of curses.
“Fuck,” I groan into her neck before looking up to meet her eyes.
She smirks in response, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and rolling her hips against mine once more. My dick is painfully hard, ready to burst through my scrub pants. If I thought I’d snapped before, then I was mistaken, because something bursts inside my core. Something feral, almost cave-man, awakens in me and I spin us around, fumbling toward my desk to lay her down. I shove everything to the side; my laptop falls to the floor, my chair is kicked back and bangs against the wall, but I don’t remove my eyes from her body.
I lay her down on the bed of research papers and hover over her while I will myself to slow the pace and savor some part of this moment between us even though my body is screaming otherwise. I want her so badly my vision blurs, but I won’t fuck her in my office.
The first time I take her it’ll be in my home with the playground of a California King bed underneath us. I want to take my time to figure out what makes her scream, and I want her to be able to scream when there isn’t an entire shift of surgical staff outside of the room, including her dad.
I kiss her face, her neck, moving my body down hers until I reach the space where her scrub top meets her pants. Gathering the hem of her top in my fists, I lift it up, exposing her tan, toned stomach.
Her stomach dips with every brush of my lips, and I taste every inch of her I can find. My mouth explores her body, moving up to her chest to push her shirt up and over her bra, pulling one of her peaked nipples into my mouth. She whimpers under my touch, her hands raking through my hair to pull me closer.
“Colter,” she whines, pulling my face up to kiss me.
I murmur against her mouth, bracketing my arms on each side of her head to hold my weight, rocking my cock against her core.
“I want you,” she whispers, and I smile into her next kiss.
“You have me, baby. I'm yours. Tell me what you need.” I'll do whatever she asks of me. Any fucking thing she needs, she can have it.
“I need you to fuck me.”
My movements startle, lips forming into a smile against her skin. “I plan to fuck you, baby, believe me,” I promise, rising so I can latch onto the side of her neck. She squirms against the contact, simultaneously wiggling away while pushing herself further into my lips. “But I can’t, not here.” I say it to both her and myself, but I know if she begged, I’d eventually cave and fuck her so hard we’d splinter my desk.
“Actually,” she breathes, gripping my face to pull it to hers. “You can, I promise. I’ll walk you through it if you’re scared.”
I rise onto my forearms just in time to catch the smirk she tries to hide. “Are you always going to find a way to sass me?”
She nods slowly, her bottom lip tucked tightly between her teeth.
The ragged haze around us settles, and I take in the sight of her. Her face is flushed, the beautiful red blush crawling down to her heaving chest. I bring a finger up and trace the outline of my teeth marks against her neck. She’s so beautiful it hurts, and now she’s mine.
“Touch me, Colt,” she says, so softly I barely hear her.
Fuck. I exhale a rash breath, lowering my body to lay against her chest. If my girl wants me to touch her, taste her, then I'll do just that. I'll bury my face between those sweet legs until she screams my name.
I brush my lips against hers as my hands roam down her body and legs until I slip her shoes off. My fingers then curl around the waistband of her scrubs, and with my face buried in her neck, I slide them off, leaving her naked from the waist down with the exception of a nude, lace thong.
I flop into my chair, leaning back to admire the view in front of me. She’s lying with her back on my desk, the position putting her perfect pussy at face level, and I take my time staring at her, wanting to etch this view into memory.
Annaliese props herself up on her palms, legs still spread as she sits up. She must notice where my eyes are fixated, because my little vixen gives me a knowing smile as she spreads her legs wider. Her heels are propped on the corners of my desk, and the movement leaves barely any fabric covering her pussy.
