She was wearing a sleeveless silk top, and he slipped his finger under the thin strap, then began to caress her shoulder, urging her closer as he did until she found herself wrapped in his arms, her rear end pressed against the edge of the conference table.
His hands were all over her, his breathing as ragged as her own. His hand slipped between their bodies to cup her sex, and she knew that she was already wet. She wanted him to yank her skirt up, to run his fingers over her panties and then inside the thin satin, to stroke her there. But she couldn’t tell him that. The words seemed stuck in her throat.
“What do you want, Melissa?” he asked.
“You.” She could manage only that one word, but it held a world of truth. She may not have planned this, but oh, how she wanted it. This man did things to her head, to her body, that no other man before ever did. She didn’t care about tomorrow, didn’t care that they’d wake up in the harsh light of reality instead of the warm glow of possibility. All she cared about was being in this man’s arms. “I want you.”
So desperately, in fact, that the power of her emotionsscared her, all the more because this was not the Melissa Tanner she knew. That Melissa didn’t believe in one-night stands. But for Kyle—no, forher—she wanted it.
Hell, she needed it.
He held her close, enveloped in those strong shoulders. That firm chest. Her nipples peaked under her top and she knew that even though this was a very bad idea, she was going to do it, anyway.
Slowly he inched her skirt up, his fingers caressing her bare thighs as he did. “Do you like that?”
She nodded against his shoulder, biting back the urge to demand that he hurry. He was taking his sweet time, and no matter how desperate her body was for his, she was determined to enjoy every single minute.
When her skirt was bunched up around her waist, he stepped back and let his gaze roam over her body, leaving her skin hot and needy in its wake.
“Soon,” he whispered, and she felt herself blush. Her desire must be flashing like a big, red beacon. The realization should have reined her in, but it didn’t. She did want him. Desperately. Hungrily. As she’d never wanted a man before.
She was certain he wanted her just as badly and she reached out, finding a boldness she’d neverknown before, to stroke the bulge in his jeans. “How soon?” she demanded, thoroughly satisfied when he closed his eyes and let out a slow, sensual groan.
He cupped his hand over hers, stilling her exploration. “Too soon,” he said, “if you keep that up.”
She smiled like a self-satisfied cat, but let her hand slip away.Too soonwouldn’t do at all.
With a sweet smile touching her lips, she looked up at him, tried for demure and innocent and was sure she was failing miserably. “How bad do you want me there?”
He chuckled, a low, sensual noise. And then he stepped closer, until his hands were on her waist. He lifted her until she was sitting on the table rather than leaning against it. Without a word, he spread her legs and stepped inside the V made by her thighs. The soft area inside her legs pressed against the waistband of his jeans and, though there was nothing particularly erotic about the touch, it was all she could do not to slide forward on the table and grind herself against him.
He trailed his finger down her neck and between her breasts. Her nipples hardened and her mouth went dry. She desperately wanted him to kiss her, but she also wanted to see where he would lead them.
Lower and lower his finger traveled, ending up atthe rumple of linen skirt at her waist. “Oh no,” he whispered. “Fair Melissa’s clothes are amiss.”
She lifted a brow. “‘Fair Melissa’? What are you? A knight?”
He leaned in close and nibbled on her earlobe. “More like a Viking raider. I do plan on pillaging.”
She swallowed. “Pillaging?”
“Absolutely.” His fingers danced to her back, finding the button and zipper. She wriggled a little, helping as he tugged the skirt off completely. Her clothes were no longer just amiss, they were missing, and she wanted his the same way. She clutched at his shirt, her fingers finding the tiny buttons and undoing them one by one. When they were unfastened, he yanked the shirt off, dropping it to the floor.
He brushed his lips over her cheek, the stubble of his beard rough against her skin. His hands gripped her arms, pulling her close. “You’re beautiful.” His soft whisper brushed her ear, sending fireflies of desire skittering across her skin.
His words teased her senses, and she closed her eyes, losing herself to him as he pulled her close, his hand stroking her skin as they eased up her top. His thumb brushed the underside of her breast, and she shivered. “No bra,” he said. “How lucky for me.”
“I like to dress for seduction,” she said. “Drives the men wild.”
“It’s certainly driving me wild.” His hands slipped back down, his fingers gripping the hem of her shirt. He tugged it up and over her head as the cool air caressed her heated skin. He dropped her shirt onto the table. “Nowyou’re dressed for seduction.”
“I stand corrected,” she murmured, tilting her head back just slightly as his lips brushed her neck.
He brushed a trail of kisses down her neck, then down between her breasts. His hands skimmed down until he was grazing her thighs with his hands. He bent lower then, and she gasped as he pressed soft kisses to her inner thighs, inching higher and higher until his mouth closed over her sex, a thin layer of satin the only barrier between her and the most intimate of kisses.
She pressed her palms flat against the table, her back arched, as he teased her with his tongue and his finger. He was taking her to the edge, closer and closer, and any moment now her body was going to explode. She moaned, her whole body tingling with wild sensations, and her sex throbbing with need.
He stood then, leaving her desperate and needy. His lips brushed hers, stifling her low moan of protest, before he littered kisses over her face, endingup at her ear and tugging gently on the lobe. “I want you,” he said. And then, to prove it, he slipped his hand down between their bodies. His fingers slid under the nylon of her panties, his forefinger finding her slick heat.
