Page 50 of Only the Devil
I skim her smooth skin, pushing up her tee, desperate to get my hands on her, when a glint from the overhead light reminds me where we are. She’s supposed to be my girlfriend, but I’ve got enough presence of mind to know this office isn’t the best place for what I want.
“Let’s get out of here,” I mutter against her lips, forcing myself to lower my hand even though every instinct screams to keep touching her, to let her keep grinding against me.
She stares up at me with lust-drunk eyes, dark and hazy, her chest rising and falling rapidly in perfect rhythm with mine.
Christ, it’s a good look on her. Too good.
For a moment, we just stand there, breathing hard, the weight of what just happened settling between us. Her lips swollen from my kiss, her hair mussed from my hands. She looks thoroughly debauched in the best possible way.
“We should...” I start, then stop, because what should we do? Pretend this didn’t happen? Go back to playing house like we haven’t just obliterated any professional line to hell? Back it up and then tiptoe on eggshells, pretending neither of us wants to fuck each other’s brains out?
“Yeah,” she agrees with my unfinished statement, though neither of us moves.
The spell breaks when the building’s HVAC system kicks on with a loud rumble.
“Let’s go back to our place,” I say, the words carrying what I hope is a silent understanding.
I head for the elevator, half-expecting her to call this off. To come up with reasons this is a bad idea. To remind me we’re supposed to be professionals.
But she’s right behind me, and when I reach for her hand, she not only lets me take it, she squeezes back.
I manage to keep my hands off her until we’re in our building. The elevator door dings, and it’s no holds barred. I lift her up and her thighs wrap around my hips. My crotch is cradled between her legs, her back flattened against the elevator wall, and my hands full of ass as we dry hump like horny teens.
Fuck yes. I’ve been holding back, and damn if I know why. She slaps my back.
“Jake.”
I slowly smile, taking in the breathless way she said my name. Yeah, I’m going to be hearing that a lot more tonight.
“We’re here.”
I spin, keeping her wrapped around me, and haul her to the apartment.
Chapter 16
Daisy
The door slams behind us, and neither of us lets up—we’re too far gone to care. My ass lands on the kitchen island and I clutch fistfuls of his shirt, wanting it gone. He groans into the shell of my ear and it’s like gasoline on fire. Every inch of my skin explodes with want. I want him, now, in me.
His fingers tug at my hair, tilting my head back, fucking my mouth with his tongue. My hips rock, seeking him, needing friction. His calloused, rough hands climb my spine. My shirt stretches, taut at my arms. He breaks the kiss, lips glistening, eyes manic, and he lifts the shirt over my arms and head. It flies somewhere.
He licks his lips, panting. He stares at my chest like he’s planning to devour me. There’s an edge of pain as he tweaks the sensitized nipple, pain that carries all the way to my core. My hips flex in response, wanting him closer, needing him to soothe a very different ache.
“Fuck. Do you know I fucking dream about these tits?”
And then his head dips and hot, wet warmth envelopes my nipple and my fingers cling to his hair. It feels good…great even, but that is not what I want right now.
“Jake,” I pant.
“Yeah, keep saying my name.” He moves to my other breast, grazing his teeth over the peak.
“Condom,” I say through a moan.
He lifts his head, his grin wicked.
He cups my crotch, and I curl into him.
“You need something, baby?”
