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“More,” I breathed out.
“This is our first kiss. We have to savor it.” He smiled.
Savor it? I might be melting at his touch, but his words? They turned me to mush.
His fingers speared up into my hair, caressing my scalp. No, he was massaging all the tension of the day from me, and I pressed back against his magic fingers.
“Ahh, so good,” I moaned.
Graham took that moment to kiss my jaw, sucking lightly, his beard abrading my skin in such a good way. Sparks raced along my skin, causing my nipples to spike. I was sure he must be able to feel them through my T-shirt and his shirt, but with him, I wasn’t embarrassed. I was almost proud of the way my body responded to his.
He trailed kisses up my jaw, to the corner of my lips, then he coaxed them open. He slid his tongue inside my mouth. He was a marauder who took me over into a beautiful storm that I never wanted to leave.
I felt safe.
Secure.
Cared for.
How in the hell had this happened so quickly? But then again, hadn’t I watched the gentle care he’d shown Miss Laverne? The respect he’d always displayed toward me?
No wonder I felt so cherished.
Our tongues danced, and I nipped his, savoring the deep groan that rumbled from his chest. Encouraged, I did it again, earning another groan.
Soon I felt like I was flying, which only made sense because Graham’s kisses were taking me to the stars. I couldn’t get enough of him. We both had the same idea at the same time, our hands creeping up one another’s T-shirts, touching each other’s skin. I scraped my nails lightly over his back and got another wonderful murmur from this man.
Meanwhile, he was pushing his hand up the front of my shirt, circling my belly button. Who knew that was an erogenous zone? Soon he was moving higher until he was cupping my right breast. I wiggled in pleasure, grinding myself down on his erection.
My eyes flew open.
“I’m on your lap.”
How the hell had that happened?
Graham’s eyes opened slowly. They were almost all green, all dark and dreamy.
“Yeah, I put you here. I like you here. You snuggle up nice.”
I melted into him even more as his thumb flicked back and forth over my lace-covered nipple.
“Love how you respond, Doll,” he muttered. “A man could get addicted.”
He kissed me behind my ear, then bit gently on my lobe. Graham had moves. Actual moves. And I enjoyed every one of them.
I pushed up at his shirt so I could get to his shoulders, but it wasn’t working, not with where his hands were. I let out a huff of aggravation.
“Take off your shirt,” I demanded.
“No, darlin’,” was his gentle answer, and it pissed me off.
“What do you mean, no?”
“Joy, the first time we get to second base is not going to be on a plastic chair, under fluorescent lights, in your company break room.”
So considerate. So damn caring.
I blinked a couple of times and looked around, the HR posters on the bulletin board catching my eye. Yep, this was definitely not appropriate.
