The office and everything in it fades away. There’s only the taste of her, her warmth, and the effect it has on my body.
I move my hand to the center of her back, tightening my hold and deepening the kiss.
She makes a low sound of pleasure and I claim it. Walking her back toward the wall, I press harder into her, letting her feel how great my need is.
Her eyes are wide and hungry, her breathing fast and shallow.
“Let’s leave,” I tell her.
“My place is closer,” she says as her hands find my shirt. She slips them beneath the edge to splay her palms against my abdomen.
I ease my fingers under the hem of her T-shirt and stroke of her soft skin. She’s as perfect as I imagined she would be.
I slide my hand up to her tits and cup them through her bra. My cock pushes against the front of my jeans and I groan.
Stormy leans up on her tiptoes to press a kiss at the base of my throat. “I agree with that groan, cowboy, and I’m wondering why we aren’t gone yet.”
That’s all I need to hear. Stepping back, I put my shoulder against her midsection, then stand.
“I cannot believe you just threw me over your shoulder,” she says, but she sounds amused, not angry.
“I just want to save the wear and tear on your shoes, that’s all.”
She laughs. “You’re such a thoughtful guy.”
“I’ll show you.” I deposit her in the passenger seat of the truck. “Just how thoughtful I can be all over your body.”
The way she’s looking at me…I kiss her hard. Possessively. Me. Possessing Stormy. My heart is soaring.
“Wait.” Stormy puts her hand on my forearm. “Did you get the condoms?”
Shit. I race back inside the office, rake them all into my hands, then rush back out to the truck.
I dump them between us and the way she looks at me, her lips parted, her expression so damn needy, it’s all I can do to keep from asking if she wants to hit the backseat. But as badly as I want her, we’re going to need more room than that to maneuver.
Though her place isn’t far, it feels like it takes hours to get there.
Once we arrive, the second we’re inside, I take her in my arms and kiss her, still caught up in the wonder that Stormy wants me like I want her.
True, her heart’s probably not as ready for me as her body is, but I’m a patient man. I’d wait a lifetime just to spend one day with her. Even a glance from her can take me to my knees.
“Why aren’t you naked yet?” she murmurs against my lips while her fingers work on undoing my belt. She’s tugging and my cock is ready to be in her hands. But if that happens, I don’t know how long I can hold myself back.
I’ve wanted her for so long there’s no way in hell I’m going to let this chance turn into a quickie.
Capturing both her hands in one of mine, I still her movements. “This won’t be a quickie,” I say firmly. “I want to take the time and learn everything that pleasures you.”
I place my other hand over her heart. “And I want you to feel secure when you’re with me. I want you to know that you can tell me whatever you want or do whatever you want.”
“I’m not sure how to answer that,” she says speaking carefully.
“Answer it honestly. You want solo play while I watch? Say so. You want me on top? Under? Just a word from you and it’s done.”
Her face flushes.
“If you’re not sure what you want yet, then trust my lead.” I lean my forehead against hers. “I swear I’ll take care of you.”
“Okay,” she says softly.
