Page 14 of A Powerful Attraction
“You said—”
“I damn well know what I said.” One hand fisted at his side. “Believe me. I think about it every day that we’re together, when we’re not together, when you look at me, when youbreathein my direction. I think about the fact that I can’t touch you. ThatIcreated the rules. Rules that I’m finding very difficult to live by.”
Her nipples hardened against her blouse. Every word he spoke was a reminder of what she felt toward him—a powerful attraction that had only grown more intense since they’d slept together. If they hadn’t slept together, being near him would not be so untenable, but every time he moved, she wanted to reach for him. Every time he spoke, she ached to hear his voice, husky and low in her ear, whispering in a seductive mixture of English and Spanish.
He walked by her, and Sherry remained in the same spot, motionless. She pressed a hand to her stomach. The need for him had become a physical pain, and hearing him speak so openly about his desire made her want to speak her mind.
“We don’t have to tell anyone. No one has to know.” She was so horny that she wanted to beg him, but instead held her breath and waited in the silence.
She didn’t hear Alex move, but was attuned to him and knew the moment he came to stand behind her.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said in a husky voice. “You’re constantly on my mind. The way you taste, the way you smell. Another man touching you the same way I have...I can’t tolerate the thought.”
His hands rested on her hips and pulled her back into his body. He nudged aside her hair with his nose and pressed his mouth to the side of her neck. Sherry let out a sigh of relief. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back and gave him access to the length of her throat.
He nibbled on her ear and slid his hands up her abdomen to her breasts. Sherry released an audible breath through her parted lips and reaching back, she caressed his neck and up into his hair. She hadn’t been allowed to touch him for what seemed like an eternity but had only been days. She’d never known need like this. She’d never wanted any man like this.
One hand remained on her left breast, a finger rubbing the hard nipple, while the other hand went up her skirt and pushed aside her lace underwear.
His fingers teased the slick folds, and her knees almost buckled.
“Is this because of me?” he rasped.
She turned in his arms, and they kissed hungrily, their tongues fighting in a sloppy, messy kiss. She caressed his hard chest and the ridges of his abdomen, sliding restlessly over his shirt in a desperate need for more.
Everything about him turned her on. The texture of his skin. The clean, masculine scent of his cologne.
“I want you. I want you now,” he whispered. He slid his hands up and down the curve of her hips and thighs.
Cupping his face in his hands, Sherry looked deeply into his eyes. “Yes.”
Nothing further needed to be said. He backed her against the wall with frantic caresses and frantic kissing, sucking, licking. The sounds they made were toned-down moans so no one could hear.
Sherry reached for his belt. Clumsily, she worked on his pants, releasing the buttons and lowering the zipper as he bared her breasts for his lips and teeth.
Without prompting, she dragged her skirt up past her hips and dropped her panties. When he set her on the credenza, she spread her legs. He entered with a quick thrust, and the satisfaction of being joined to him again brought tears to her eyes.
The truth hit her with the force of a punch. This was why she’d insisted on working with him though he’d tried to give her an out. She’d wanted him to fuck her again.
The sexual frustration from being in such close proximity had reached volcanic levels. Now she was getting exactly what she wanted. Heat. Fire.
They were both so consumed with lust they hadn’t even bothered to lock the door.
“Oh god, Alex,” she whimpered.
He grunted with each powerful advance of his hips. Sherry curled her fingers into his lush hair, biting her bottom lip and tasting the tinny flavor of blood. All to keep from screaming as she succumbed to an explosive climax that made her see stars.
7
Sherry pulled into the driveway of her friend’s house, sandwiched between two other homes on a quiet street. She still glowed from spending the night before with Alex. The sex in his office had simply been an appetizer. After work, he’d followed her home, and they’d ordered in a meal and made love again.
Compared to Alex, her other lovers had simply been adequate. She’d had no idea what she’d been missing. Sex with Alex was sensual and cataclysmic. She couldn’t stop thinking about their passionate coming together and how absolutely uninhibited she became in his arms.
Sherry marched up to the front door of the two-story Neocolonial. Balancing a pink box of Heavenly Doughnuts in one hand, she rang the doorbell. Seconds later, the door opened.
“Hey!” Shawna greeted Sherry with a bright smile and pulled her into a warm embrace. They’d become good friends as a result of the volunteer work they did with Sunshine Volunteers.
“I come bearing gifts.” Sherry handed over the box to her friend.
