Page 64 of The Chase
My heart rate took off and my breathing stuttered as I watched him move across my office.
“I want to talk with you,” he said huskily, “about our last conversation.”
I rounded my desk and leaned against it with my arms folded and I tried to feign I was unaffected by his ardent stance. “Me paying for lunch?”
He chuckled and came over to stand right in front of me. “Before that.”
Racking my brain, I ran through our last interaction, trying to guess which one of my snappy retorts might have riled him up and caused his expression to become so imposing, his posture straight and his presence commanding. His height easily intimidated, his stance proving a fierce determination.
My cheeks blushed with the realization...
Tobias watched my reaction. “May I clarify your statement?”
“Yes,” I said in a rush, my breath stuttering as he crushed his lips against mine. That first shock of his hold weakened my defenses, proving my inability to deny I’d wanted this more than life itself.
I reached up and grabbed a fistful of hair and held him to me.
God, yes.
His lips forced mine wider and then he began leisurely flicks with his tongue into my mouth, and my sigh morphed into a moan. His fingers trailed down my blouse, unbuttoning as he went, easing it off my shoulders, and I leaned back, raising my arms and shimmying slightly to help him remove it.
I’m going to burn up from this, I thought.I’ll be left a wreck.And yet instead of pushing him away, I held him to me as my tongue dared to enter his mouth and tangle with his.
When his lips broke from mine, I let out the softest moan of a need unquenched.
His kisses trailed down my neck and farther still, until he suckled my left nipple through my bra. My fingers curled over the lace cup and I tugged it down, giving him full access to that pert nipple. A burst of pleasure shuddered through me as he circled and suckled with determination, moving to the left now and dragging his teeth over it and eliciting a shock of bliss.
My head fell back and locks of my hair spilled behind me. “It’s too much.”
He cupped my face with his hands. “I need to be inside you. Do you understand?”
Blinking, jaw gaping, I stuttered through another breath, realizing my final words to Tobias had set me up for this and it was here in my office, with people on the other side of that door carrying on regardless, with no idea what was going on in here.
I exulted in the rush of danger of having Tobias taking me like this.
He feels it too, I told myself,he’s just as drawn to me as I am to him, a magnetic pull that neither of us can fight anymore. This mysterious, brilliant man, an astounding vision of masculinity, all hard muscle and powerful stride.
He shrugged out of his jacket and threw it across the room, making quick work of his shirt and yanking that off too.
Tobias stepped toward me and paused as though measuring my reaction.
A wave of dizziness struck me when I ran my hand over his firm torso, my fingertips running along that intricate Polynesian tattoo on his left shoulder. My gaze flittered to the Latin writing hidden by his trousers, and he caught me looking there.
“What does it say?” My fingertips traced the edge of his belt.
He tipped up my chin.“Secretus.”
“You mean it’s a secret?” I hardly knew any Latin but I knew that.
“I’m not here to discuss me.”
Tobias oozed virility, masterfully comfortable with every move he made, with each easy action proving he was a fierce alpha claiming his prize.
He shoved me back along the desk and his hand cupped behind my head to protect it as it went, and then he gripped my hips and dragged me toward him, sliding up my skirt and hiking it up around my waist. Nimble fingers tugged at my panties and dragged them down my thighs and off my legs, and then he opened my thighs with his firm hands and leaned in between my parted legs, his face inches from my sex.
Staring at the ceiling, my face on fire, my breathing ragged—
Arching my back as his tongue circled my clit, steadily thrumming, his fingers peeling back my folds farther to allow him longer sweeps that sent me hurtling close to the edge.
