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Crazy, she told herself. Crazy to feel this way, to do this.
She turned her head, twisting in pleasure, and stared at the window. The sky was dark out, and against the blackness, their reflections were silhouetted on the glass.
Alex’s mouth on her skin, his body over hers. The dark gray of his shirt against the whiteness of her skin. A shudder rippled through her.
Hot.
So hot.
Too many clothes.
Once again she struggled upward, pushed him back so that she could set her arms free to tug at his tie and the buttons of his shirt. He didn’t protest, just helped her by tugging the cuff links out of his cuffs and tossing the shirt back over his shoulders.
She stopped for a minute to admire the sight bared to her eyes. Broad shoulders and equally broad chest, dark hair arrowing down to trail across a flat stomach and disappear into the waist of his pants.
He was definitely in shape. Perhaps not so tightly honed as the fittest of the players but somehow his muscles and skin were more pleasing. More real. She didn’t know what he did to keep fit … she’d seen him in action in the batting cages but slugging a few balls around wasn’t enough to give him the sort of body she was studying. No, that took more serious effort.
“Like what you see?”
She nodded, reached out, trailed a hand from his shoulder and down the line of his collarbone, echoing the path he’d taken. His nipples were flat and dark and she ran a hand over one, experimenting. Some guys liked it, some couldn’t care less. Alex sucked in a pleased breath and she put a check against “likes it.”
“Second base,” she said, half to herself. Her hand drifted lower, over the tightly braced abs, heading toward his waistband. His hand caught hers.
“I think that’s skipping a few bases.”
“I thought you said we could make up our own definitions.”
“I did. But you said no sex. And right now, if you touch me, I’m not sure I can keep my word on that.”
“Oh.” She pulled her hand away reluctantly, trying to remember exactly why she’d thought that no sex was a good idea. Complications, that was it. Seemed like splitting hairs considering their current state of undress but Alex was right. It was smarter to stick to slow.
“Besides,” he said, “I’m not done with you yet.” He leaned in and kissed her and then, just as she melted into him, slid his hand down and into her underwear. She gasped against his mouth and he laughed, flexing his hand softly, so that the heel of his palm pressed into her clit and sent a wave of delight shooting through her.
“I thought the next base was meant to be over underwear,” she managed as he did it again.
“Yeah. But I never saw the point of that one.”
She was sure he’d had no trouble getting into the pants of many, many girls back in high school. Still, as his fingers slid against her with unerring accuracy, she couldn’t hold a grudge against how he’d developed his skills. She was just damned glad he had.
She dropped her head back, squeezed her eyes shut, and let the sensations flow over her.
“Now that’s an expression I want to see more of,” Alex said softly. He moved his fingers slowly, his skin sliding easily against her as she grew wetter.
More. More sounded good. She made a pleased sound, lifted her hips, unable to think enough to figure out how to actually get more. Luckily Alex seemed to be doing the thinking for them both. His free hand flipped open her button and eased the zip down, so that he could move more freely. His hand slid down and one long finger eased into her, making her hips arch again as she sucked in a breath.
But then he withdrew his hand. Her eyes flew open. “Wha?—”
“Don’t fret. I just want to…” He settled his hands on her thighs, coaxing them up. With quick tugs he managed to divest her of her boots and then her trousers. Leaving her in lace panties, her bra, and her shirt half hanging down her back. She should’ve felt embarrassed. Instead she just felt impatient.
One hand reached out and tugged at his waistband. “Come back here.”
He smiled. “Your wish is my command.”
God, she hoped so. Because she really needed his hands back on her. She wanted him to finish what he’d started. Not sex, no. But she wanted an orgasm. A glorious head-clearing orgasm. She got the feeling Alex knew enough to be able to achieve that aim in short order. He leaned in and kissed her.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking about,” he said, moving his mouth to her ear so the words were heat and breath against her skin. “But keep thinking it.”
He leaned forward and she leaned back, lying down against the desk, pulling him toward her. For one wonderful moment he was hard against her, her legs instinctively locking around him and pulling him closer, but then he was kissing his way down her neck, his hand sliding between them and back to the lace between her legs.
