Page 5 of His Lucky Charm

“Are you?” His voice dropped to a growl. “Because your heart’s racing, your pupils are dilated, and you’ve been staring at my mouth for the last five minutes.”

Had I? I couldn’t deny it. Nor could I deny the heat pooling in my groin, the way my breath shortened as he invaded my personal space.

“I don’t mix business with pleasure,” I said weakly.

“Liar.” His hand moved to cup my jaw, thumb brushing over my lower lip. “Tell me to stop, Eliot, and I will. But we both know you don’t want me to.”

He was right. God help me, he was right.

“This doesn’t mean I believe in werewolves,” I muttered, grabbing his shirt and pulling him toward me.

The laugh that rumbled through his chest was cut short as our lips collided. His mouth was hot, demanding, tasting of honey whiskey and something wild. Large hands framed my face, holding me steady as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine with expertise that made me groan.

I rose from the chair, unwilling to cede all control, and he responded by spinning us, lifting me effortlessly to sit on the edge of his desk. Papers scattered to the floor as he stepped between my thighs, pressing our bodies together from chest to groin.

Holy shit, I thought dizzily as his hands slid under my jacket, pushing it off my shoulders. This is actually happening.

“Been thinking about undressing you since I saw you,” Rafferty growled against my throat, nipping at the sensitive skin below my ear. “All these proper buttons and layers… like unwrapping a present.”

His fingers made quick work of my shirt buttons, exposing my chest to his hungry gaze. I wasn’t as built as him—few men were—but regular swimming kept me reasonably fit. The appreciation in his eyes as he pushed the shirt open was gratifying.

“Look at you,” he murmured, hands exploring the newly exposed skin. “All lean muscle hiding under those professor clothes.”

I reached for the hem of his t-shirt, suddenly desperate to see what lay beneath. “Fair’s fair.”

He grinned, catching my hands and pressing them to his chest. “Go on, then.”

I pushed the fabric up slowly, revealing a torso that belonged on the cover of a fitness magazine. Defined abs, broad chest dusted with auburn hair that narrowed to a tantalizing trail disappearing into his jeans. I traced the contours with trembling fingers, learning the topography of him.

“Christ,” I breathed as he pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

“Like what you see, Professor?” His voice was smug.

Rather than answer, I leaned forward to press my mouth to his collarbone, tasting salt and man. His hands threaded through my hair, guiding me as I explored his chest with lips and tongue, discovering that his nipples were particularly sensitive when I scraped my teeth across them.

“Fuck,” he hissed, hips jerking forward against mine. The friction of our clothed erections made us both groan. “Need to taste more of you.”

In one fluid motion, he dropped to his knees before me, hands sliding up my thighs to my belt buckle. He looked up, seeking permission, and I nodded, beyond words. The sight of this magnificent man kneeling between my legs, those green eyes dark with desire, was almost enough to finish me then and there.

He unfastened my belt with deliberate slowness, the leather sliding through the loops with a soft hiss. The button of my slacks followed, then the zipper, lowered tooth by tooth until I was ready to scream with impatience.

“Lift,” he commanded, and I raised my hips so he could tug my slacks and underwear down in one smooth motion. My erection sprang free, already leaking at the tip.

“Perfect,” he murmured, eyes fixed on my cock. “Just like I imagined.”

“You imagined this?” I managed, voice strangled as he wrapped one large hand around me.

“Every night since you walked in.” His thumb circled the head, spreading precome. “Thought about how you’d taste, the sounds you’d make.”

I didn’t have to wonder long. His tongue flicked out, lapping at the tip, and I nearly came off the desk. My hands found his shoulders, needing an anchor as he took me into the wet heat of his mouth. The sight of my cock disappearing between those perfect lips was almost too much.

“Rafferty,” I gasped as he hollowed his cheeks, creating suction that made my toes curl in my shoes. “I won’t last if you keep—”

He pulled off with an obscene pop. “Not done with you yet, Professor.” He rose, looming over me with a predatory smile. “Turn around.”

I hesitated, and he brushed his thumb across my lower lip. “Trust me?”

Strangely, I did. I slid off the desk on shaky legs and turned, facing the cluttered surface. His chest pressed against my back, one arm wrapping around my waist while the other swept papers and folders aside to create a clear space.