He still hadn’t explained why he thought giving in to their feelings now would hurt her less than everything else she’d been through since he met her, but the thought didn’t even manage to turn into a question before he kissed her.
He tasted like coffee and the smooth burn of expensive whisky. She knew exactly what sort. A distillery so boutique they had no web presence; the Blackburns purchased their whole output. She’d tasted it, once, stealing the last sip from a glass her boss had left on his desk at the end of the night. A hot, guilty pleasure.
“Should we—” she began.
“Let’s not waste time,” he whispered against her lips as he pressed her up against the wall. “We have everything we need here.”
There was probably a good reason they shouldn’t fuck up against the wall in her front room, but she couldn’t think of it right now. Corin was hard and hot against her. He was so big that it didn’t matter where she looked or where her hands blindly grabbed to hold on, because it was all him. His chest, broad and firm under the layers of his suit shirt and jacket. The bulge of his biceps and strong forearms around her.
The thick ridge of his erection against her stomach.
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.Her breath quickened. Desire soared inside her, a symphony, a wave building and building and so ready to crash down.
She pushed his jacket aside and tugged on his belt buckle. Corin swore.
“What?” she demanded. “I told you. I have to get back to work. We’re short on time.”
“Then let me look after you first.”
He kissed her again, devouring her, and slid one hand into her jeans. The shock of his touch made her jump. Then he wasdelving under the thin fabric of her panties, his big, blunt fingers going exactly where she needed them, caressing her slickness, pressing—
“W-wait,” she stammered. “It’s been … a while…”
It’s not like it shuts up shop if you don’t use it often enough,she berated herself, biting her tongue so she didn’t say it out loud.
Corin stopped moving the moment the words came out of her mouth. “I can stay like this,” he murmured, his fingers sliding oh-so-deliciously up to her clit. “Whatever you need.”
“I want you inside me.” Her body strained towards him, her hips rolling forwards for more of his touch. “But—slowly…”
“We can take it slowly.”
She wanted to take himall.He pushed her against the wall again, his fingers unbearably gentle as she moaned into his neck.
“My Maya,” he murmured, kissing her mouth, her jaw, her neck. He traced circles around her entrance until she was panting for more. “Is this good?”
“Yes,” she panted.
He pressed one finger inside her and she gasped into his shoulder. “This?”
“Y-y-y…”
He pushed deeper, curling his finger inside her, and nothing had been like this, not with anyone ever before. All his focus was on her. When her breathing hitched, he stopped, and when she inhaled again, deep and smooth and melting against him in a silent plea for more he pushed another finger inside her, stretching her, exploring her most private place. His fingertips brushed against that sensitive spot inside her again and she half-cried out, her body tightening.
Another finger. She kept waiting for it to hurt, to have to twist her tongue around words again and ask him to stop, wait, let her body catch up because it wasn’t used to this—but it never did.He was relentless and gentle and her body opened to him like a flower to sunlight. As though she could be this person she never had been before. Sexy and sensual and risk-taking and maybe it wasn’t a mistake after all, maybe this was how it was meant to be. Her and Corin. Finding each other after all this time.
“I can’t wait to find out if you taste as good as you feel.” Corin’s palm pressed against her clit from the outside and his fingers thrust into her and oh, god, it was all over, she was gone, lost, tumbling over the edge of an orgasm so intense that for one blinding moment, nothing else existed.
She came to like waking from a dream, hazy and half-drunk, and discovered she’d been biting down on Corin’s jacket shoulder. She let go. Her teeth had left a mark.
“That’s one way to stop yourself from screaming.” Corin tipped her head up and kissed her.
“I…” She stopped. She wasn’t sure what she’d been going to say, but whatever it was, it drifted out of her head with the rest of her thoughts. “That was…”
He moved against her and the ridge of his cock jutted harder against her stomach. A new curl of need stirred inside her.Already?She asked herself, and the answer was right there: Yes. Already. Every time. Whenever. Right now.
She fumbled at his belt again. Corin groaned, leaning into her hand. Offering himself to her. She rubbed him through his pants with her other hand as his stupid belt buckle kept not fucking working, what was wrong with it, this wassimple technology,how could she have run Corin’s life for years and now she couldn’t even figure out how to undo his freakingbelt?
She looked up, an apologetic smile warring with a bubble of humor at the situation. “I might need to upskill a bit in this department,” she laughed, and something broke behind Corin’s eyes.
