Page 12 of First Time Rush
"Then I will. Because May, you deserve to have everything you want. And if I can give it to you, all the better."
He drops my hand. It falls limp, while his moves to pinch my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His eyes are like frozen fire, ice-blue but burning into me, and something inside me clenches with such desire I nearly lose my balance. His mouth comes down to cover mine, and my head falls back, letting him consume my lips with his.
His tongue traces the line between my lips, hungry and urgent but without arrogance. He nudges his wet warmth forward, and I open, letting his tongue swoop into my mouth.
Something deep inside me cracks open. He tastes like something from a dream. Warm. Wanting. With just a hint of something fresh and minty.
I'm lost inside my head, spinning, spinning, in time with our tongues, matching the way they move together. This kiss feels better than any of the times I've touched myself. Maybe this is an orgasm, because it's definitely the most mind-blowing feeling I've ever had.
His hands cover the back of my neck, drawing me into him as the euphoria collapses over me in waves.
This is it, this is an orgasm. I'm sure of it. I'm having an orgasm from a kiss. Leah said they only happen when you have sex, but Iknowthis is it, it has to be, because his mouth is on my lips, but it's affecting my entire body.
My nipples are hard, aching as he closes the space between us and crushes his body into mine. Compared to me, he's a giant, massive and powerful, and for a flash, I imagine being under him. I shiver. I surprise myself with a sound I've never made before, somewhere between a squeak and a moan.
Decker doesn't stop. He pushes his tongue farther into my mouth, swooping around mine like he's corralling me. A flash ofpanic swells in my chest. I'm here kissing a man I barely know, in his office, with a security lock on the door.
What if he plans to hurt me? What if I never make it home? What if Leah is left alone without me?
As if he feels my rising anxiety, Decker releases my mouth with a deep rumble. It comes up from his chest, and it almost makes me topple over, because the sound grips me in my heart and down between my legs almost as much as the kiss.
The hunger in him is physical, hanging in the air between us.
I'm frozen. My feet feel nailed into the soft, cream-colored carpet. The logical part of my brain says turn and run. He could do anything he wanted to me in here.
But I stay still, looking at him.
It's the oddest feeling, like standing at the edge of a cliff. I feel more protected and safe right now than I have since my parents died, with this man I barely know. After just one kiss.
"I won't hurt you, May." He breathes the words, and they trickle down toward my ear as his hand glides over my hair and down my back.
I suck in a breath when he stops just above my ass, settling his hand, firm and warm, in that curve of my back. Just above the bigger curve that juts out below.
I clear my throat and puff out a little burst of air just before the giggle tumbles out behind it.
"I know you won't hurt me. I mean, you could, but somehow I know you won't." My words come out in a shiver, and I look up until my eyes rest on his face.
I swallow hard as I take him in. His jaw is tense, clean-shaven, but his dark beard still shows through. His chin juts out, angular, contrasting with the softness in his brilliant blue eyes. His nose is cocked to one side, and his lips are full. A scar cuts almost through his top lip, and I can't help reaching up to touch it.
I'm dimly aware of our age difference. He's a man, not a boy. But in that moment, none of it matters. He's the most stunning man I've ever laid eyes on, and there's a quivering electricity running through me that has me wanting to do things I barely know about.
"I've never kissed anyone before," I blurt out, and his body tenses.
The hand resting just above my rear end pulls me closer, while the other one caresses the skin at the back of my neck, sending wild signals down my spine, making the muscles in my core tighten and release over and over. I can't stop myself from talking, the breathless thoughts tumbling out of me like apples falling from a torn bag.
"And so, you said I'm hired? Don't you want to see me dance?"
Decker chuckles, and I keep my finger on his lips as he smiles. Then his tongue darts out to taste my finger. He shifts, then pulls my fingertip between his lips until he's sucking it into his mouth. My mind goes blank, and at the same time, the hand on my back presses me forward until we're crushed together.
"That feels really good. I wouldn't expect it to. I would have thought it would feel gross. But it doesn't. It's…" My words catch in my throat as he draws my finger deep into the wet heat of his mouth, and his tongue wraps around it, fast enough to nearly write his name on it. "You don't even know where my finger has been," I whisper, my eyes drifting closed as he smashes my chest into the craggy rocks of his upper abs.
My head rests against his chest, his breath beating down on my face from above. I'm lost in this moment. He takes his hand away from my neck and grips my wrist, drawing my finger from his mouth. Before I can focus on another breath or thought, he's got me around the waist, and I'm off my feet. The white walls arespinning, and he shifts to sit me on the desk, pushing his body between my legs.
His voice is ragged. "Yes, you're hired. No, I don't need to see you dance."
"I'm engaged." I drop that bomb and hold my breath.
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