“Do you want to?” he asked, his lips a whisper away from hers.
“Doesn’t every woman want to feel desired?”
“I only want to know about you, Natalie.”
“Then yes,” she said. “I want you to desire me. I want you to feel what you have lit inside of me.”
Her mouth landed on his, her tongue invading and tasting, the heat she’d talked of was stoking a fire in her core and spreading between her legs.
They’d gotten off track with the conversation but were able to swing it back quickly enough.
Words and actions didn’t always have to align.
Or more like their actions with each other proved more than words could.
The chemistry between them was unlike anything she’d ever known. Undeniable, electric, and terrifyingly real.
She longed to have a partner who felt the same.
Someone who could let go with her the way she craved to let go with him.
“Are you going to show me to your room or do we still need to dance around each other?”
“I brought you here for that,” she said. “Glad to know our words didn’t slow us down too much.”
She didn’t want their first time to be in the place she worked.
Where people knew her.
Leaving his room, as it was, was a risk, but she never looked as if she had a hair out of place and always left as if she was working late.
But getting naked or spending the night…that would result in more comments than she was prepared for.
“Thank God,” he said. “I hoped that was your reason.”
He picked her up in his arms, cradling her as he moved down a small hall toward her bedroom.
Her body was laid on the bed, him coming down on top of her.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, her hips rising to meet his, and their mouths moved in a rhythm that promised everything still to come.
His hand slid up her side, slipping beneath her sweater before curving around to cup her breast. Her nipple responded instantly, straining beneath the fabric, silently pleading for the barrier of her bra to disappear.
He didn’t keep her waiting, his fingers finding their way to her tender puckered flesh.
She groaned and pressed her hips to his, her legs coming up to wrap around his back.
It was as if a starting gun exploded, his body reared back, his shirt coming off.
She’d been dying to see his chest again. The contours of the muscles, the sprinkling of hair. This time she could touch without embarrassment and pure abandonment.
She sat up, undressing just as quickly as him. She didn’t want tender. She didn’t want gentle.
They’d driven each other to the edge for days, so taut with need that only a fast, burning release could bring the satisfaction they craved.
Their pants were lowered, undergarments discarded. She was on the bed with him diving next to her, a condom in his hand.
She took it away from him, opened the package, got on her knees and covered him in jerky motions until they were both done stripping.
