Fuck him.
“How was work? I know you had to work with—” My statement is cut off as she steps forward and places her finger against my lips, essentially shushing me.
Her dark eyes burn with an intensity I’ve never witnessed before. “I don’t want to talk about him. I’m not here because of him.”
My throat feels thick and my heart pounds in my chest. “Why are you here?” I ask, needing her voice now more than ever.
She steps even closer, brushing her chest against mine as she lifts her arms and wraps them around my neck. My hands automatically go to her lower back, holding her in place. “Because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
My athletic shorts would be pitching a tent if she wasn’t pressed against me. In an instant, my cock is hard and ready. Usually, the sound of her husky voice or the feel of her pressed against me is enough to cause that reaction. And while both definitely hit the mark tonight, it’s her words that have me ready to throw her over my shoulder, take her to my bedroom, and bury myself so deep inside her body I never want to come out.
Her words mean everything.
“You don’t say.” I run my finger down the side of her face, watching as she shivers from the contact.
“All day, Cade, and the closer the clock got to five, the achier I would get.”
I almost groan, picturing her sitting at her little work desk, wiggling in her chair as she tries to find some sort of relief. “Where do you ache?”
She pulls back just a bit, and using the flower, drags it from her neck to her chest. “Here,” she indicates, circling the lily over the mounds of her tits. “Here too,” she adds, gliding the bud down her abdomen and stopping it over her pussy.
“Hmm, sounds like a problem,” I deduce, dropping my voice low and husky. “But you came to the right place, beautiful. I’m an expert at digging until I find the problem.” Sliding my hand down her stomach, I let my fingertips brush the top of her panties.
She snickers, bringing the hand not holding the flower up to her mouth and covering it. “Oh my God, that was kinda cheesy,” she bellows through her giggles, making me smile.
“Did you expect anything less from me?”
She lifts a shoulder and places her hand on my chest. We stand there, staring at each other. I’m pretty decent at reading people, and I have an idea of what she’s thinking, but to be honest, I don’t want to be wrong, so she needs to spell it out for me.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I’m thinking we’re both wearing too much clothing,” she states boldly.
My fingers flex against her lower back and dance across her panty line once more. “You sure?”
Instead of speaking, she goes up on her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine. I move fast, wrapping both arms around her and lifting. Her legs snake around my waist, caging my cock between our bodies and driving me absolutely wild.
The kiss turns ravenous instantly. Her hands dive into my hair, her nails score across my scalp. I thrust my groin into her pussy, wishing there were no longer any clothing barriers between us. All I want is to feel her hot, wet body wrapping around me like a glove. It’s what dreams are made of, and it appears all my dreams are about to come true.
“Oaklee,” I murmur, using the back of the door as leverage to hold her in place. “You’re killing me.”
“Same, Cade,” she whispers, kissing against my jaw. “All I’ve been able to think about is your fingers against my clit last night, and I need more.”
My hands knead the globes of her ass. “Are you sure?”
“Of course I am. Now, are you gonna keep talking or are you gonna start stripping?”
I grin against her mouth and press a small kiss to her lips. “Oh, I’m definitely gonna strip, but first, you.”
I set her down, and the moment her feet hit the ground, she’s toeing off her slip-on shoes. Reaching for her top, I gently start to lift it. She immediately extends her arms over her head, allowing the material to be removed. Once I toss it to the side, I take in the absolute beautiful sight before me. She’s stunning, that’s for damn sure. A vision in a light blue bra. I can’t wait to see the rest of her.
She slips her fingers inside her elastic waistband and shimmies her bottoms down her legs. I’m entranced with every beautiful inch she exposes of her body, taking in the shape of her legs, the swell of her hips, the wet scrap of light blue between her thighs. It’s all so damn hypnotic, so erotic, like a wet dream I’m living in real time.
“You’re wearing a lot of clothes still,” she says, reaching for the T-shirt I had just slipped on my head moments before I opened the door.
“I am,” I confirm.
Oaklee grabs my shirt and lifts it up, exposing my abs and chest. Before I can help remove the shirt completely, her hands zero in on my body and she abandons my shirt in favor of touching my skin. My chest tightens as her fingertips glide, first along my abs and then up to my pecs. “My God, you’re like a work of art.”
