Fingers parted, she slid them onto his cheeks, down and back up, reassuring herself that he was real.They continued to the sides of his head, giving her the strength to pull him down.Transition from their random kiss back to colleagues?Yeah, right.Tonight proved that would never happen.
He didn’t resist her control.He accepted her kiss like they did this all the time.Resisting was impossible.This night would change everything.After this, there would be no party planning to keep them occupied, no distraction to give them reason to avoid talking to each other about the chemistry and the kissing.
This time was different than the last.Unlike before, she was the instigator, ready and prepared for whatever might come next.
Damn, she loved that he was tall, but it meant they couldn’t get close until he decided otherwise.When his arms came around to force her to the tips of her toes, he crouched to deepen the kiss.Yes, the heat, the need, the scale of desire flaming across her skin aroused the sensitive flesh that needed exactly what he could give.
With her arms trapped, he wasn’t easy to direct.Cam’s insistence was exactly what she needed.The return of her volley, the offence to match hers.No one was in charge, yet both were dominant.Equal.She pushed and he yielded only to push back harder, hotter, wilder.He ducked lower, pressing his lips to the underside of her jaw, forcing her head back.This was more than a one-off forgettable clinch.
Grabbing his shoulders, she squeezed and pushed, trying to encourage him to reverse.
“Bed,” she murmured, stealing his lips again when they rose.“Back up…”
He slanted away, searching her.“Baby…”
His conflict was almost funny; she wasn’t suggesting what was on his mind.She wouldn’t ask him to sacrifice a promise he’d made to himself.And this was new, no need to rush.
“No pressure,” she panted.“No sex.Just fun.”
Hadn’t he said fun could still be had in bed?She wanted to be close to him, to lie with him, to nestle herself in close.Being horizontal would be intimate in itself, no need to go all the way.Regardless, if he was uncomfortable, it was not her place, or anyone’s place, to coerce him into anything, even a simple position adjustment.
“Or we can just do this,” she said.Wrapping her arms further around him, she grasped her own elbows, angling to taste him again.“If this is where you’re happy, baby…”
Something about that last whimpered word spurred him into action.Fingers locked together, he spun so fast that she stumbled out of the room and along the broad hallway, past the stairs down to the party and on to the stairs that took them up.Up into the loft… to his bedroom.
Coming around the balustrade in a U-turn spun her head, he swept her in an arc to toss her down on a firm cloud scented just like him.Then he was there on top of her, fingertips skimming her thigh, mouth again seeking hers.
Nothing else matched that moment.Cradled in the security of his bed, the breadth of his capable hand squeezing her thigh, this was home.Thoughts of tempering herself and being patient dwindled in the fog of hedonism.
“Maybe this wasn’t a good idea,” she said, her lips curling as his trailed down her throat.
Encouraging him hadn’t been on her agenda, but now all she could think about was closing the deal.Control.She just needed a little restraint, a lot of restraint.Her body rippled and writhed beneath his, moving without thought or intention.This wasn’t just need, it was desperation.The only way she’d survive to take another breath was if this man finished himself in her.
“Right here,” he murmured, skimming a fingertip into the groove of her collarbone.“Drives me crazy… You’re so soft.”Ah, okay, that made her feel a little better.She wasn’t the only one struggling with restraint.Maybe they weren’t the right people to be trusted with this, together at any rate.His mouth moved to her shoulder, sampling its way up to the sweet spot behind her ear.“All I think about is kissing you.”
The twist in her belly sprang like a coiled spring losing its shape.“Baby…”
Rules were unclear, boundaries hazy, but there was something exciting about that.Something novel in their roaming hands and desperate mouths.The destination wasn’t a foregone conclusion.Anything could happen or nothing.This could be a start with no end.If this went on forever, just like that, she’d live happy for the rest of her life, lost in this man.
“Mmm,” she said, loosening a couple of his shirt buttons.She wanted him happy, relaxed, warm.“This was an amazing idea.”
Rolling as much to the side as she could with him above her, she fumbled for the side zipper of her dress.
He braced his hands either side of her as she slid down her straps.Boosting up the bed gave her a chance to wriggle it down to her waist.
He was slacking, taking too much time, so she reached for him.“Second base, Cowboy.”
No mixed signals.Clear boundaries.
He kicked off his boots.“Works for me.”
When he vaulted up the bed, she laughed at his enthusiasm.A starving man offered a feast didn’t think to temper himself when only so much food was available.Why shouldn’t he take advantage?He might not get his fill, but he’d enjoy the moment.They both would.
His delight and fervor roused her own.The thrill was novel.How long had it been since he’d enjoyed a woman?He’d chosen her to break his drought.It wasn’t just she was the closest warm body, there were dozens of them downstairs.He’dchosenher.
This passion was for her.He deserved it for her.Or had he?Maybe she was wrong, maybe he’d rolled around with plenty of women without going all the way.Were other women respectful of his boundaries?
Consent was a given right.Limits would be respected.Support wasn’t as explicit.His boundaries weren’t only okay with her.She wasn’t tolerating the situation but was happy for this to betheirchoice.
