He kissed me again, harder this time. More demanding. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me, owning me, making it clear that there was no going back from this.
His hand slid under my sweater, his palm hot against my skin. He cupped my breast through my bra, his thumb brushing over my nipple, and I moaned into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Derek muttered against my lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His hand moved to the button of my jeans, and my breath caught.
“Derek,” I whispered. “Someone could—”
“I don’t care,” he said, his voice rough. “I need you, Kat. Right now. I need to be inside you.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine. I should have been shocked. Should have been scandalized. Should have told him we couldn’t do this here.
But all I could think about was how much I wanted him. How much I needed him. How much I’d been fighting this for weeks, and I was so tired of fighting.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, Derek. Please.”
That was all the permission he needed.
In one fluid motion, Derek bent and lifted me into his arms. I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist instinctively as he carried me across the office. Derek swept everything off Jack’s desk with one arm: papers, pens, a coffee mug, all clattering to the floor.
He laid me back on the cool wooden surface, his body covering mine, his mouth never leaving my skin. He kissed down my neck, my collarbone, pushing my sweater up and over my head. My bra followed seconds later, and then his mouth was on my breast, his tongue circling my nipple before he sucked it into his mouth.
“Derek,” I moaned, my fingers threading through his hair.
“I want to taste every inch of you,” he growled against my skin. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”
His hands moved to my jeans, unbuttoning them with practiced ease. He pulled them down my legs along with my panties, leaving me completely bare before him on his brother’s desk.
For a moment, Derek just stood there, his eyes raking over my body with such raw hunger that I felt it like a physical touch.
Then, in a rough voice, he commanded, “Spread your legs for me.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Katrina
I hesitated for only a second before obeying, my thighs falling open.
“Fuck,” Derek breathed. “Look at you. So fucking perfect. So wet for me already.”
He dropped to his knees between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs and pulling me to the edge of the desk. Then his mouth was on me, and I cried out at the first hot stroke of his tongue.
“Shh,” Derek murmured against my pussy. “You have to be quiet, baby. Can you do that for me?”
I nodded frantically, biting down on my fist to muffle my moans.
Derek’s tongue moved over me, licking and sucking, exploring every sensitive inch of me. He circled my clit with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it into his mouth, and my hips bucked off the desk.
“That’s it,” Derek growled. “Fuck my face, Kat. Take what you need.”
His words sent a bolt of heat straight through me. I’d never had a man talk to me like this—so raw, so filthy, so possessive.
Derek slid two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that spot that made me see stars. His mouth never left my clit, sucking and licking as his fingers pumped in and out of me.
“You taste so fucking good,” Derek groaned against me. “I could eat this sweet pussy all day. You’re mine, Kat. This is mine.”
“Derek,” I whimpered, my hand fisting in his hair. “I’m going to...”
