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Blythe made a breathy little sound. Then she whispered his name. "Tor."
Tor could not make his body move away from her. No matter how frustrating he found her mixed signals, he had never been so intensely turned on by another woman.
They both stood there in silence, not moving. But Tor could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
Blythe's nostril's flared, her pupils dilating with excitement, making her sapphire eyes look almost black with desire. And still neither moved.
"You want me," he accused, equally frustrated and excited by her hot-cold act.
"Yes." The word was barely a puff of air between them.
His own eyes narrowed. "You want to kiss me."
She nodded.
He waited for her to add a but that never came.
He challenged, "Then do it."
Tor still expected her to step away. To refuse.
Blythe shocked him. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she reached up on her tiptoes, needing the extra height despite wearing heels, and pressed her lips to his.
Need whooshed through Tor like a flash fire. His entire body lit up with sensation as the woman he'd craved for months kissed him.
He wrapped his arms around her, pressing their bodies together. She wound her arms around his neck, pushing upward and against him, a sound of feminine need coming from her throat.
The slow burn of desire he always felt in her presence went to four alarm status, his erection straining against the fabric of his slacks. The kiss was everything he'd ever imagined it would be with this woman, and more.
Their whole bodies were involved in it, undulating against each other. Her pillowy breasts pressed into him, nipples obviously hard. He wanted to touch, but settled for cupping her bottom, squeezing the ample flesh and groaning with desire sparked by finally having his hands on her.
Blythe hopped up and wrapped her legs around him, the silky fabric of her jumpsuit no barrier to the heat of her body as the apex of her thighs pressed intimately against his hard-on.
Without thought, he shifted one arm down to support under her bottom and started moving toward the wall. Once the wall was against her back, Blythe moved against him, her body massaging his erection through the layers of cloth separating them.
He thrust his tongue into her mouth, and she kissed back with equal passion, their mouths eating at each other. They were both breathing through their noses, but every few seconds they would break the connection of their mouths to gulp in air and then go right back to the passionate kiss.
Ecstasy arced through Tor, excitement growing to levels way beyond what a mere kiss should elicit. His balls drew tight and he knew he was close to coming. Blythe seemed to know and her movements grew more frenzied.
Like she wanted him to come as much as he did. Knowing she craved his pleasure tipped Tor right over.
He couldn't believe he was coming in his pants like an adolescent with no control, but the ecstasy was so great, it overshadowed any embarrassment he might feel.
This was right. Pleasure exploded out of him in a rush, her mouth swallowing his shout of completion.
His desire not abated even a tiny bit by that amazing release, Tor finally allowed himself to cup Blythe's breast, rubbing his thumb over the hard nub of her nipple.
She moaned against his lips, her body moving even more frantically against him.
Knowing the kiss was affecting her every bit as strongly as it did him amped his desire to new heights.
The sound of voices outside the door reminded him they needed to move this to somewhere more private.
Tor lifted his head only to find Blythe looking at him with something akin to horror.
"What are we doing?" she asked.
"If you don't know…" he teased.
