I slid my hand from her hair to her jaw. Tilted her face up. Gently, but firm.
"If you keep doing that, this is going to be over before it starts."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"It's a waste. I had plans."
"Plans." Her eyes darkened. She let me pull her to her feet. "What plans?"
I lifted her. She wrapped her legs around me and my cock pressed against her pussy, slick and hot, and we both groaned. I carried her down the hall, my hands under her ass, her lips on my neck, her teeth grazing my collarbone. I almost walked into the wall because her tongue found a spot below my ear that short-circuited my ability to find a hallway I'd walked ten thousand times.
"Left," she murmured against my skin.
"I know where my bedroom is."
"You were heading into the bathroom."
"I was taking the scenic route."
I got us to the bed. Laid her down on the quilt and stood over her for a second, just looking. Nell Chambers, hair spread on my pillow, flannel shirt open, body flushed and wanting, looking up at me with nothing left of the boardroom. Just heat and need and her.
"Get down here," she said.
I got down there.
I settled between her thighs and kissed her deep. Her legs wrapped around my hips, the head of my cock nudged against her entrance, and she lifted her hips, trying to take me in. I pulled back.
"Not yet."
"Why?"
"Because I want to hear you ask for it."
Her eyes flashed, indignant and turned on in equal measure, which was a combination I was learning to love. "I'm not going to beg."
"I didn't say beg." I kissed her jaw. Her throat. The space between her breasts. "I said ask."
I worked my way down her body, mouth and palms, kissing her ribs, her stomach, the jut of her hip bone. She was squirming, her fingers in my hair, her breath ragged.
"Cliff."
"That's my name." I kissed the crease of her thigh. "Not what I'm looking for."
"I want you." Her voice cracked on it, the composure finally shattering, and the raw honesty of it hit me harder than I was ready for.
"What do you want?"
"I want you inside me. Please, Cliff, I want you to fuck me."
I pushed into her in one slow stroke.
She was tight and hot and wet. The sound she made, my name broken in half, nearly ended me. I held still, buried to thehilt, my arms braced on either side of her head, and I looked down at her face. Her eyes were wide. Her mouth was open. She was looking at me in a way I'd never seen from another person, and my chest cracked open.
"Okay?" I managed.
"Don't you dare stop."
I moved. Slow at first, pulling nearly all the way out and sliding back in, and she gasped each time, her nails digging into my back. I set a rhythm, deep and steady, and her hips rose to meet each thrust, and we found it together, two people whose bodies decided to cooperate even when their heads hadn't caught up.
