The kiss was soft, searching, and vulnerable, as though he too couldn’t believe it was happening. It was a whole new language to her, but she understood the emotions he was pouring into it.
She sensed him holding back and didn’t like it.
She kissed him back, gripping his shirt tightly so he knew she desired him just as much as he desired her. In the short time she had known him, he had evoked feelings that she had never thought she would experience, and she needed him to know that.
He groaned into her mouth, his hands cupping her face with a tenderness that contrasted with the ferocity of his kisses. He had turned from vulnerable to a man who had been starved for a long time, and she was powerless before the onslaught of his hunger.
Her hands curled into his shirt even tighter as he sucked on her lower lip, stirring dark thoughts she hadn’t known she was capable of.
He gripped her face more firmly, kissing her long and hard. He pressed harder against her, and she melted into him, letting her lips express everything she could not convey in words.
He slanted his head over hers, deepening the kiss. He tasted like the wine he had had at dinner, and while she had drunk very little, she felt heady from the taste of him.
She whimpered when his hands left her face, trailing lower to her waist and pulling her harder against him. The feel of his thick length made butterflies flutter in her stomach, and her hands moved to wrap around his neck, her nails digging into his skin.
He groaned again, shivering, and she dug her nails into his skin again. She all but smiled against his mouth, but it quickly turnedinto a gasp when his hands slid further down and grabbed her buttocks above her gown.
“Wrap yer legs around me, lass,” he commanded.
She yelped when he lifted her, but obeyed nonetheless.
He held with such ease that she felt liquid warmth pool in her sex, pulsing greedily. When he lowered her onto his desk, she looked up, breathless at the sight before her.
His gaze drank her in, and she felt the heat of it like a caress.
“Ye are so beautiful, Emily,” he murmured, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
She swallowed, leaning into his touch.
He leaned back in, and her eyes fluttered shut as he kissed her again. She whimpered when he nipped her lower lip and then her upper lip, sucking and licking them to chase the sting, and her hips began to rock.
He pulled back, kissing the corner of her mouth, then along her jaw, and her mouth fell open on a gasp as she arched against him. His mouth trailed down her neck, where he placed a chaste kiss, and she gasped again.
She dug her nails into his shoulders with a whimper, feeling her sex throb. The heat of his skin seared into her like fire. It was altogether too much and not enough, so she didn’t know whether to pull him closer or push him away. She didn’t even know whether to scream or clap a hand over her mouth.
When he nipped her neck, she moaned, unable to stifle the sound. She wanted to feel embarrassed, but then he groaned and nipped her neck again.
She tilted her head to give him better access, her hand sliding into his hair. She curled her fingers into the strands and tugged, feeling him shudder against her.
His hands gripped her hips hard, pulling her to the edge of the desk. Even through the layers of her dress, the heat of his palm seared her skin. She craved his touch, but he kept stroking her above her dress.
His hands slid up her hips to her waist, his thumbs caressing the underside of her breasts, which felt heavy with need. His lips trailed over the swell straining against the low neckline, and a gasp escaped her.
“Adair, please,” she begged.
He jerked back as though she had burned him.
Adair couldn’t believe he had kissed Emily, couldn’t believe how sweet her lips tasted or how responsive she was, even though their relationship was fake.
She was clearly inexperienced, but rather than preach common sense to him, it only made him want her more.
His name on her lips as she begged for something she didn’t even understand was an even more heady caress that had him wanting to hear it again.
“Say it again,” he rasped.
She swallowed, meeting his gaze. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her hair wild and her skin flushed with desire. She was bonny, and in her need, she lookedravishing.
He felt more blood rush to his length, throbbing with the need for release, but she deserved more than a quick fuck on his desktop. She deserved a proper loving.
