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“Not sorry.” She shook her head so hard that several strands fell out of her bun. That thing needed to go. Reaching up, she pulled out the pins and let her hair rain down. “See how far I’ve come already? This is not something I would do with just anyone. Our secret.”
His smile grew a wicked edge. “That’s not something I want you to do with anyone else.”
Feeling bold, she hiked up her skirt and crawled astride his lap, settling on it with surprising ease, given the hard length jutting into her core. “That’s all it takes to get you hot? Me taking my hair down?”
His hands clamped down on her waist, holding her in place, but it was thrilling. Because he wanted her with simple, uncomplicated desire. It was in his gaze, the heat of his expression. This, she understood. He was always so careful with her, so gentle.
“All it takes is you walking into a room,” he muttered and flexed his hips in a little friction dance that nearly set her on fire. “And I’m wholly unprepared to have a sexy woman in my lap.”
“Feels like you’ve got all the right equipment to me.” She wiggled, pushing him deeper into the thin barrier of her panties. He felt so good, and she loved that they could be honest with each other about what was going on inside, whether it was desire or pain.
In response, he stood, boosted her up with both hands on her bare buttocks and strode toward the bathroom. She wrapped her legs around him and went to work exploring his neck with her mouth, nibbling on anything she came across. Warren tasted delicious, like heat in flesh form.
The cool marble of the vanity stung her thighs as he set her on it and, giving her a quick kiss, he rifled through a drawer until he came up with condoms. Holding them up to show her, he then tossed them on the counter and stepped back between her legs.
“Where were we?” he murmured.
“I was playing out another fantasy of mine,” she informed him, saucily. Warren did bring out her vixen side with shocking ease. “Where you come into the bathroom and take me apart.”
His mouth curved. “I have that fantasy, too. Let’s see how they compare.”
Slowly, he raised his fingers to the buttons on her blouse and undid the top one. Then he moved on to the next one, watching her with careful, heated intent.
“Not even close. Try this.” She grabbed both sides of her blouse and ripped them apart, revealing the white lace bra she’d been wearing the other night. “Not slow this time. Fast.”
His mouth was already on hers, sucking her into him as he kissed her. Their tongues clashed, writhing together in search of more sensation. His hands were everywhere, in her hair, shrugging off her jacket and ruined shirt, sliding along her thigh as he fingered aside her panties.
White lightning forked through her center as he thumbed her. She gasped and let her head fall back, thrusting her breasts against his chest. He bent and took one nipple into his mouth through her bra.
“Now,” she commanded hoarsely. “Don’t make me wait.”
He complied instantly, dropping his pants and shouldering off his shirt. She circled her hips, desperate for him to hurry. An eternity later, he was back in place, pushing aside her panties instead of removing them, and the urgency of it thrilled her. There was nothing slow or easy about the way he pushed into her. It was all raw need and power, and she reveled in it because she’d asked for it.
He groaned as she took him. She urged him on with her heels, hands at his waist as he powered her to a dense, heavy release that broke over her without warning. He drew it out with hard, fast thrusts that built on the sensation until she was gasping and sobbing nonsense. His own release triggered and he held her tight to his chest as he came.
That was her favorite part. He was so dominant everywhere but in her arms; with her, he let himself be vulnerable, pulling back a little to catch her in a long sweet kiss as their torsos heaved with the expulsion of passion.
She kept waiting for him to be something other than perfect, but it hadn’t happened. He liked it when she was wanton, liked her sexy underwear, liked her. It was…everything.
“Warren,” she murmured against his mouth. “I want to sleep with you.”
“Tilda.” She felt his lips curve up against hers. “It’s ten o’clock in the morning. Hold that thought and we’ll pick it up again in about twelve hours. Now, about those meetings next week…”
CHAPTER NINE
That night, after thoroughly pleasuring himself on the sound of Tilda’s moans, Warren finally let her go to sleep sometime after midnight. But he couldn’t do the same. What if she had a nightmare? Or needed a drink of water? He had to be alert and ready to handle whatever happened.
