"We shouldn't."
"I know."
"This doesn't change anything"
"I know that too."
"Then why?"
"Because I need you."His voice was raw, honest in a way that made my heart stutter."Because you're the only thing keeping me sane right now.Because even when I'm trying to be professional and appropriate and give you space, all I can think about is this."
He kissed me again, slower this time, thorough enough that I forgot whatever objection I'd been about to raise.
His hands moved under my sweatshirt, palms warm against my skin, and I arched into the touch.When he pulled the sweatshirt over my head, I didn't protest.When his mouth moved to my neck, my collarbone, the swell of my breast, I just threaded my fingers through his hair and held him closer.
"Tell me to stop," he said against my skin.
"Don't stop."
"Betty, if we do this..."
"Stop talking and touch me."
He smiled against my ribs."Bossy."
"You like it when I'm bossy."
"I like everything about you.That's the problem."
He pulled back to look at me, and something in his expression made me catch my breath.This wasn't just physical need or stress relief or temporary insanity.This was want mixed with something deeper, something that made the space behind my ribs ache.
"We're going to regret this," I said.
"Maybe."He pressed a kiss to the spot just below my ear that made me shiver."But I'm done pretending I don't want you.Done trying to be appropriate and professional when all I want is this."
He kissed his way down my body, taking his time, learning what made me gasp and what made me moan.By the time he peeled off my leggings, I was squirming.
"Impatient," he observed.
"You're taking forever."
"I'm savoring."
"I'll show you savoring."
He pressed his mouth to the inside of my thigh, and I forgot whatever threat I'd been about to make.
He took his time, alternating between soft kisses and firm pressure, building the tension until I was ready to scream.When his mouth finally found where I needed it, I did make a sound that was probably loud enough for the security detail outside to hear.
I didn't care.
He brought me right to the edge, then pulled back.
"Don't you dare stop," I managed.
"I'm not stopping.Just adjusting the plan."He kissed his way back up my body."I want to be inside you when you come."
"Then stop talking and do something about it."
