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“I should be able to control myself around you.” His voice was a low rumble. “But I can’t.”
“I don’t want you to control yourself.”
He fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. “Tell me to stop.”
“Don’t stop.” She put her fingers to his, helping him undo all the buttons, pulling her blouse from her skirt.
He stroked her breasts through the lacy bra, moving his thumbs over the peaks, making her heart pound even faster. When he pulled the lace aside, Lyssa moaned softly as his fingers skimmed her bare skin. He shoved the blouse off her shoulders, then pushed the straps down. She reached in front, unhooking the clasp. Her blouse and bra fluttered to the floor.
“Lyssa.” Her name sounded like a prayer on his lips. “You’re so beautiful.”
He toyed with her, each palm cupping a breast, until she begged, “Taste me.”
He bent to her, taking a peak in his mouth, sucking sweetly, licking over her heated skin, making her knees weak.
He inched her skirt up until it rested high on her hips at the same time that she pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders, slipped his tie loose, then tugged on the buttons of his shirt. One tore as it popped free, flying across the room. She shoved her fingers beneath the material, ran them up his abdomen.
He groaned as if her touch was an exquisite pleasure. “You can’t possibly know what you do to me,” he said, his eyes closed.
“I do. Because it’s the same thing you do to me.”
Cal pulled back, his eyes so hot they burned into hers. “Are you sure you won’t regret it?”
She placed a hand over his heart. “I’ll never regret this.”
Heat flashed again in his eyes as he slid his hand down her body once more. “You can change your mind anytime. You can stop me at any moment. All you have to do is tell me.”
Didn’t he know? There was no going back to the way things had been between them. Not now. Not ever. “I’m not changing my mind. And I’m not going to stop you.”
The words were barely out of her mouth when he slid his fingers beneath her panties…and over the center of her arousal. She anchored her fingers on his shoulders, leaving marks on his skin as she held on, riding his touch.
“Oh God.” The pleasure was exquisite, intense, making her legs shake. “I’ll never change my mind,” she said on a gasp.
The next thing she knew, he was sliding off her panties. It was her cue to go for his belt. Unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped, his pants slipped away, and he kicked his shoes aside.
She sucked in her breath at the length of him beneath the boxer briefs. She reached out for him and felt him shudder, heard his sharp indrawn breath.
“You make me crazy,” he growled. “That’s what I should’ve painted on the wall. Crazy.”
“You make me crazy too,” she said. “The best kind of crazy I’ve ever felt.”
She pulled his boxers down, then moved to kneel in front of him. Her mouth watered for a taste, and she gave him one long swipe of her tongue.
But that was clearly too much for him, because he hauled her to her feet, turned her around to yank down the zip of the skirt still up around her waist, and shoved it to the floor to land on the pile of their discarded clothes.
He trailed his fingers down the line of her spine. Then, with his front pressed to her back, he pulled her hair aside, kissed her neck, her earlobe. The bed was right there in front of her, and it was pure instinct to crawl onto it, on her hands and knees in front of him.
He let out a long, slow groan. “I tried not to want this. I tried not to want you.” Each sentence was an admission she sensed he’d never wanted to make to her. Then he made an even bigger admission. “But I’ve wanted you forever.”
“I’ve wanted you too,” she told him. Every step he took toward the deep end, she took with him.
The bed dipped as he knelt beside her, his fingers tracing down between her legs as Lyssa spread herself for him. She felt wanton and crazy with desire.
“You’re so hot. So ready for me.” He stroked her, stoking the fire building deep inside her.
“Cal.” She closed her eyes and reveled in the pleasure he gave her, moaning his name over and over. Then she turned her head and found his mouth. Kissing him with all the desperate desire he made her feel, she rolled to her back, pulling him down on top of her.
At last, she tore her mouth from his. “I need you inside me.”
“I don’t have a condom.” His eyes were iron gray with regret.
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill.” Reaching down, she wrapped her hand around him, stroked, felt his heat and steel in her palm. “I need you now.”
