Page 84 of Off Her Game
“Dragonfly,” he muttered hoarsely. “I should go. I’m trying to do the right thing here.”
She traced the edges of his collar. “What is the right thing?”
“Hell if I know anymore. We’re going to make your game a best seller. I guarantee it. It’s that good. But I don’t know how it’s going to go with the committee to decide if you stay on probation, come off it, or we fire you and take you to court. I don’t want you thinking that if you and I do anything that it’ll make me try to sway the committee.”
She gave him a small smile, but soon lost it. “We can’t have an us. I get it.”
“You’re right. No us.” Yet, despite everything he wanted to fight for them.
She dropped her head, her chin resting on her chest. “Okay.”
“It’s not what I want, but it’s the cards we’ve been dealt. I should go. Me here isn’t helping.” He backed away from her.
She caught his arm. Her feather light touch froze him.
Softly, she said, “Don’t go. I’m impulsive. It’s a handicap, but, after all that happened last night when I almost died, I want to feel alive. You make me feel that way. That’s not what you want to hear, is it? Not when you came here to tell me you’re going to fire me and probably a lot worse.”
“Tori, we shouldn’t, not if we’re not together. And, there’s everything else.”
“Probably true, but we weren’t ever technically together.” She kissed along his jaw and down his neck. “Let’s give ourselves right now. Tomorrow isn’t here yet.”
He scooped her up.
“No,” she said.
“What? Should I go home?”
“Put me down.”
He set her down, alarmed by the rejection turboing his way.
“Let’s stay out here first. Kitchen table?”
“All right.” He kissed her, more out of relief than desire to ignite them into the next phase.
She shoved the dark jacket from his shoulders. His shirt went next. She dropped it on the floor. “There’s just now.”
As he pulled away he gazed to the kitchen area, staring at the small semicircular table, then back to her. He’d make it work, but maybe he should suggest they have a kitchen experience at his house and choose a different piece of furniture here. At his place he was certain the table wouldn’t collapse. The intensity in her gaze smothered that notion. No woman had ever looked at him as if she fantasized having him naked on every piece of furniture.
He was on board with that.
His lips met hers in a kiss again. This time it wasn’t about slow seduction. She kissed him back just as fiercely. He felt her tremble against him and was amazed to realize it was he who shook with need for her. He groaned against her lips. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
He unzipped her hoodie and pulled it off. Then he lifted the soft cotton shirt over her head, giving him a perfect view of her braless breasts. He lifted and carried her to the edge of the table where he set her on her feet. His hands sought to find the waistband of her stretchy pants. Fingers tucked under the elastic band, he pulled, catching her panties on the way. Her hand jumped to his shoulder for balance as he bared her lower half.
Her freshly bathed flowery scent hit him. Lust clawed down his spine and so did her hands, tracing his tattoo in butterfly strokes that activated every nerve. He lifted her onto the table and started a slow, kissing seduction down her neck. She gasped when his middle finger parted her swollen folds. Wetness coated his finger, easing his penetration. He ached to be inside her when her inner muscles clamped down on the intrusion.
“So wet for me,” he murmured, keeping up his finger’s movements gentle and coaxing.
He nipped her shoulder, smiling at her gasp.
“Noah,” she breathed out on a moan. Her hips undulated against his hand.
“Don’t move,” he ordered as he stepped away to peel out of his pants and underwear and unfurl latex in a quick stroke.
He eased two fingers inside her again. Her inner muscles clamped down with a strength that surprised him. His breath came out ragged.
He lifted her knees to fit himself between her thighs. As he rubbed himself across her center, continuing the teasing movement, he enjoyed her responsiveness. She squirmed and angled her pelvis upward. “Stop teasing.”
