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Yeah, hard all over. Oh my gosh…hard.
I’d never had that I-love-to-feel-tiny thing with guys. In fact, most of the time I ended up with a rather short guy when I did go out on a date. Being five-feet-two would do that. But this lifted up thing? Yeah.
Okay, so it wasn’t bad.
At all.
My arms were unencumbered. Mr. Carson—Blake—was all suit and tie and shirt and covered everywhere. I was wearing a sleeveless sweater and swirly skirt. I’d never been so happy with my wardrobe choices in my life. I boosted myself a little higher with his shoulders.
And wow. Shoulders didn’t even cover it. He was a freaking study of muscles designed for strength and endurance. “So we’re doing this?” I said against his mouth.
He pulled away from the kiss, his hips pinning me tight against the glass. His chest was heaving with effort, and his eyes were a little wild. Some of that seriousness started to fill his gaze.
I quickly kissed him and scraped my fingers up the back of his hair into the surprisingly long strands on top. “I don’t want to stop. I’m just—you know…” I swallowed and blew out a breath. “I’m hoping that you’re not going to come to your senses or something.
Because I’m thinking this is going to be a really good orgasm. And I could really use a good orgasm.”
He frowned. “I don’t know what to say to that.”
I angled closer and flicked the tip of my tongue over the little dip in his top lip. “Tell me you’re not going to get thinky.”
“Are you?”
Good question. “Maybe tomorrow.”
He nodded. “Tomorrow, yes.”
And that was good enough for me. “God, you taste good.” I slanted my mouth over his and hummed when his other hand skimmed under my sweater and cupped my breast. He boosted me higher until his almost-beard, then his teeth, scraped down my neck.
“Hang onto me, Ms. Copeland.”
“Sweet Jesus, are you going to call me that when you…” I groaned out a breath when he did something between a bite and a lick along my neck.
“When I fuck you?” he asked against my neck. He leaned back and met my gaze. His lips were wet from mine, his eyes dark and hooded in the limited light of the vestibule. “Because that’s what I intend to do.”
Oh hell yes.
He shoved up my sweater and bra at the same time. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t tease—no, he just went right for my skin. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and rolled the tight tip between his teeth and tugged.
Not so gently.
Heat flushed me from neck to waist. I couldn’t say a word. I didn’t even have words to use. There was no experience to draw on for this. A fumbling boy in college and a man too sweet and nice to incite this kind of reaction were my only barometer.
Blake’s mouth should be illegal in all fifty states.
I was so incredibly out of my depth.
He licked a trail under my breast, his other arm supporting my ass. I could do nothing but hold on and pray that I could manage to make it good for him too.
He went from one to the other until my head thunked against the glass. “God.”
His eyes glittered in the near dark. When headlights flashed over us from the street, I instinctively flinched.
“They can’t see.” He grazed his teeth over my ribs and back to my breast. “They have no idea that we’re here.”
My heart pounded so hard I couldn’t hear anything else. It filled my head, my chest, and echoed between my thighs. To the world, it was just a glass face to his building. To me, it was an epiphany.
This is what it felt like to be wanted.
