Page 40 of Forbidden Dreams
Why was he moving closer to me as if he was the predator and I was his prey? "Great. I'll just slip in the bathroom and get those pictures."
He tipped his head to the side, his gaze intent on me. "You don't want an update?"
I licked my lips, my heart suddenly racing because he was now inches away. So close I could reach out and touch him. "Sure."
His hand dived into my hair, and his free hand went to my hip. "Let me give you a first-hand account." Then his lips were on mine, and he was backing me against the wall. He easily lifted me so that I was pressed against it. My legs wrapped around his waist, and his cock pressed against my pussy.
I whimpered, loving the way he manhandled me.
"I want to fuck you."
It was so raw. So honest. I felt myself soften. I was helpless against the onslaught of his mouth, his hands, and his words.
He rolled his hips, grinding his dick against my center.
I gripped his hair, losing myself in the sensations.
He lifted me away from the wall and carried me to an out-of-the-way corner where there was a small seating area. "No one's going to come in here."
"Are you sure about that?" I asked, breathlessly.
"I'm positive."
I decided to trust him. To believe that he'd protect me and never put me at risk. When I was with him like this, I felt safe.
"I want you so much." His voice was possessive.
I wasn't going to argue with him because I wanted him too. I wondered if he'd walked out of my office the other night because he was conflicted, and it wasn't a rejection after all.
But right now, I wasn't going to think about my brothers or our work. I just wanted to feel. He set me on my feet, and I unbuckled my jeans, shoving them down my legs and off. I lifted my shirt over my head, unhooking my bra as his mouth closed over my nipple.
I held him tight to me, feeling so wanton being with him in the open like this. I'd worked the front counter. I knew that no one else would be working unless there was an emergency. But it didn't lessen the excitement that someone could walk in at any moment. It only heightened my desire.
He shoved his jeans over his hips, slid a condom over his dick, and then lifted me. Then he hesitated, every muscle in his body straining. "You want this?"
I noticed he didn't ask if I wanted him. I had a feeling that was too vulnerable a question for him. "Yes."
With a growl, he slid inside me, and my head fell back against the wall. Then he moved, grinding against my clit with every snap of his hips.
I tugged on his hair. "I need more."
He thrust harder, deeper, and I was lost to the sensation building inside me. An inferno waiting to be unleashed. I moaned when he struck that spot inside me and chanted his name when he did it again. I was so close.
"You look so gorgeous taking my cock."
That was all it took for me to let go, the waves of pleasure crashing over me. I trembled as he continued to move through the orgasm. It was almost too much.
Then he thrust one last time deep, dropping his head to my shoulder.
I gripped him tight to me. I didn't want to let him go. Would he get dressed and run away again? Or would he stay and own what we were doing?
I was prepared for the worst, but it didn't make it hurt any less.
He eased out, then slowly let my feet come to the floor.
I was naked when all he had to do was pull up his pants and button them. I waited to see what he'd do. Would he break my heart again?
Instead, he removed the condom and threw it in a nearby waste can. "I'll take care of that before I leave."
