Page 60 of Yours, Finally

"Dangerous," he growled. "I could easily overpower you."

"I am not fragile, Jake. I'm not scared."

"Fuck."

Letting go of the door frame for once, he used both hands to pry mine from the door. In a single deliberate, strong move, he lifted my arms until my wrists were crossed above my head. His large hand kept my arms in place, with warm, thick fingers wrapping around my wrists.

I stared at his lips, open and slack as he considered me. "Yeah, like that. You can do a lot to me. I won't shatter."

His free hand came to my face, where he grabbed my jaw with firm fingers. "You're trying to break me."

"Yes," I breathed.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

"Yes."

"How badly do you want it?"

I pushed my hips forward until I could rub myself on his hard cock. "I've waited for years. You've kissed me, but haven't touched me. I'm waiting. I want it."

"That doesn't answer the question." He lowered his hand to my neck, with the slightest grip of his fingers around my throat. "How badly do you want me to touch you?"

His hand continued lower, over my clavicles and down to the top of my breasts, right where my skin ended and my blouse began.

"Badly." My chest drummed under his hand. "I need you to touch me."

A wild smirk, halfway into a hungry smile, took on his aroused features. "I can feel your heart."

"Touch me, Jake."

His eyes dropped to my lips. "I've imagined this moment a thousand times. Many of them were fantasies of what I'd do to you if I found you one evening working late, and we were alone in the office, and I knew you wanted me back."

"You know I want you back."

With a feather-like touch, his fingers trailed down my breast. His eyes locked with mine, studying my reactions closely. One of his fingers took a path right over my nipple, and a subdued moan escaped me at the touch.

"You said you can keep quiet," he chastised. "I want to touch you, but I will only do it if you promise you won't make a sound."

I gave him a frantic nod.

"Fuck, Vi." His hand continued its journey down my body, until it reached my thighs. "I swear the only reason why you wear so many skirts is to make me agonize over you."

He grabbed handfuls of the loose fabric and hoisted it up. Upon touching my skin, he closed his eyes in an anguished gesture.

"It's been so long wanting this…" His fingers explored higher up my leg, until he met my underwear. He ran gentle fingertips over the waistband, studying its texture like it were Braille. "Do you want my fingers on you?"

I nodded, too overcome to utter a word.

"Say the damn word, Vi. I need to hear you say it."

"Jake…"

"If you say no— shit, if you say nothing— I won't touch you, Vi, unless I know you want it."

"I want it."

His fingers slid to my front, right alongside the line of the satin edge. "Do you want me playing with your pussy here in this office?"