Yes. Yes, that’s what I need too. There’s nothing either of us can say right now that will fill the void.
My hand searches for the hem of her shirt, and the skin underneath is warm and impossibly smooth.
I drag my palm flat across her and she exhales sharply, arching into the touch.
“Yes,” she breathes. “I need your hands.”
The front clasp on the bra gives with a click. I don’t bother being careful as I pull her shirt over her head and drop my mouth to the curve of her neck, her collarbone, the soft skin below it.
I can’t get enough. I’m starving. Desperate to destroy the fiery ache in my chest.
When she tugs at my shirt I sit back and let her take it, watching her face as she does, making sure she’s really good for this.
Her eyes drop to my waistband. “Keep going.”
I swear under my breath, hand moving to the button. “You sure?”
Silent, Jade reaches up to trace a line down the center of my chest. Everything inside me stills, right down to the thumping in my veins.
“I want to feel the weight of you,” she says quietly. “Everywhere.”
God. I’m good with that.
I stand, unzipping my pants as I lock the office door. Jade watches, her hand drifts up, teasing her own nipple as I hook my thumbs in my pants.
The hunger in her eyes dries my throat out. Makes me move toward her, reaching to replace her hand with mine.
“Take me out,” I rasp because I’ve got my hands full of her.
She moans into my touch and as her eyes darken with pleasure, she rushes to push my pants and briefs down.
My cock spills out. Heavy, throbbing. The relief making me growl. That rough sound turns to a hiss when her delicate, cool fingers wrap around me.
“Fuck,that feels good.”
As she strokes me, testing the weight, moving down to cup my balls, I’m statue-still. Waiting to see her next move. Savoring every sensation.
“You’re really hard,” she says, breathy, so sweet my heart can barely take it.
“I’m gonna give you my weight, beautiful, and every inch of this.”
Her lips part, raspy little breaths coming out. Those teasing fingers keep stroking as she squeezes her thighs together.
“Keep your legs open.” I wedge my knee between them, letting her grind against my thigh as I kiss her.
My abs clench, balls knotting up. Oh.Damn.
“Love you,” I murmur grazing my teeth over her throat. “Let’s get you out of these jeans.”
“Hurry.” But before I go to work on them, she’s rocking harder against my thigh.
Her neck tips back. More of those places that make her shiver and gasp when I drag my tongue over the skin while I glide my knuckles low on her belly, back and forth.
The breath stalls in her lungs and I jerk the button open, my blood pumping harder as I force my hand inside her jeans, dipping into the slick wet heat.
We both inhale sharply, then I’m moving, dragging her jeans off, ripping her panties down her legs, settling between her spread thighs.
I pin her down, forcing my cock head against her opening.
