She touched her lips against his. Liking it, he growled into her mouth, and it reverberated inside her, heightening her own desire and she realized that the tea room was just as good as her bed upstairs. He’d lock the doors and none of her employees—even on the threat of death–would disrupt them.
Panting, her breasts swelling, she pushed her fingers into his hair. Handsome, charming and wicked, he would truly complicate things. Then why didn’t she get her butt off this table and send him on his way? Common sense told her she should. Unfortunately, it stopped working in concert with her traitorous body the moment he walked in the room. She fisted his silky and tugged.
She waited for his eyes to meet hers. “Is this going to be a mistake?”
He pulled back slightly, those beautiful baby blues drifted over her then came to settle on her lips.
“You don’t look like a mistake. You look like something I did right for a change.” His voice was husky, his bright eyes even brighter.
“And I will follow your lead. Whatever you want I want, like….”
His hands slid upward over her waist to her rib cage. His thumbs stroked the underside of her breasts.
“Do you want me to touch you here?”
“Yes,” she confessed, pushing toward him. He pressed the pad of his thumbs flat against her nipples and began to massage slowly. All sensation focused in her core.
“Do you want more?” he asked, teasing the hardening peaks.
“Yes,” she breathed, lifting up she sealed her mouth over his.
This was desire, hot blistering desire. Nothing else mattered. If she had any doubts before, they evaporated like rain on hot asphalt and she knew in that moment, she was his and she needed to be closer…
Well acquainted with the workings of a man’s wardrobe, Shoshana slipped her index finger into his tie loop. One gentle tug, the black silk unraveled in her hand. With a playful twist of her wrist, she dropped it onto the conference table behind her.
Her approach to undressing him would’ve followed in the same teasing manner, removing each garment one piece at a time.
He had other ideas.
“Want to see all of you.”
He swatted her hands out the way, and then proceeded to attack the buttons running down the front of her jumpsuit. He also took control of their kiss. He deepened it, his mouth moving over her with a delicious aggressiveness that had her head swimming.
He worked hurriedly, stopping occasionally to nibble at the crook of her neck, lick her clavicle and bite a bare shoulder. When the top of her garment gaped, exposing her black bra, he tugged until it lay pooled at her waist.