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Then he turns around and pins me against it, pressing his powerful body along mine. His hands slam on either side of my face. His breathing is ragged, and his mouth hovers over mine, sending waves of desire through me. I need him—need the coiled strength in those hard muscles. His sharp scent. The softness of his mouth. The warmth he emanates. The burning heat in his eyes.
His lips caress mine, branding them with fire. It’s not so much a question as a demand, and I let him in. He groans as he deepens the kiss, his tongue invading me, stroking me until I’m throbbing low in my belly. I part my legs, and he presses between them, his arousal long and thick against my stomach. I slip my hands under his shirt, splay my fingers on his lower back, feeling solid muscles shift under his skin.
Tyler distracts me again, breaking the kiss and running a hand over my breasts. He looks down at them. He cups one, then the other, his thumb circling my hardening nipples through the fabric. My blood burns in my veins, and I can’t help but rub myself against him, trying to relieve the pressure.
“What are you doing to me?” he whispers, his breath washing over my cheek as he lifts his face, and before I can reply, his mouth fastens again on mine. I love the feel of his firm lips, the roughness of his stubble, and then…
“Oh God.” His warm hand slides inside the elastic waistband of my skirt. His fingers glide down, under my panties, and lower.
I jerk. His touch is electric, lighting me up. He rubs his finger up and down, making me moan into his mouth, and he keeps kissing me.
Why can’t I control myself around Tyler?
Now it’s coming back to me. It was like this with him, always. I wanted him with every fiber of my being—and I still do. Nothing has changed.
Before the thought shakes me out of my lust-hazed trance, he hums inside my mouth and withdraws his hand from inside my panties. I make a tiny sound of protest, but he doesn’t leave me time to gather my wits. He whispers something I don’t catch and then grabs my hips and lifts me. I gasp as he turns and deposits me on the edge of the desk.
“What are you doing?” I breathe when he leans in and runs his hands under my skirt, lifting it up until it bunches in my lap.
“What does it look like?” His voice is low and rough, like a caress I feel all over.
I shiver when he hooks his fingers in my black panties and tugs. “You should stop.”
“Do you want me to?”
I open my mouth to say yes, but I can’t. I want him to touch me, to kiss me.
Before I can say a thing, he lowers himself, kneeling on the floor, and pulls my panties all the way off, clear of my boots, leaving me completely exposed to him. His eyes darken more as he takes me in. His thumbs move in circles on my legs, approaching the aching throb inside me. One side of his mouth tilts up in a smirk.
I reach down to push him away when he blows. Just a warm puff of air and my legs fall open wider as shudders travel up my spine. I clench so hard inside a moan escapes my lips.
“Please,” he whispers—or is it me, begging him? I’m lost when he bends forward, his soft hair tickling the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, then his coarse stubble scratching and—
“Oh my God,” I hiss when his tongue laps at me, rough and hot. I shouldn’t… we shouldn’t. Don’t years add to one’s wisdom and experience? How is he doing this, stripping me of all defenses?
His strong hands press my legs further apart, his fingers digging painfully into my flesh, but I barely notice when he presses his soft mouth against my exposed core, his tongue circling my clit.
I’ve never let anyone do this to me, not since Tyler, and now… He murmurs against my pulsing flesh, and I forget why I thought this was a bad idea. The pressure inside me is mounting, and my legs begin to shake. His hold on my thighs tightens, and his mouth presses harder, his tongue pushing inside me.
A sound escapes me, something between a sob and a cry, and I clamp my mouth shut. But it’s no use. As the wave of pleasure hits me, rolling through me, all the way up to my head, a loud groan leaves my throat. I come apart, my vision splashed with white light, my ears filled with a ringing din.
“Erin…” His voice is a low growl. As I look at him through hazy eyes, he licks his lips, and that makes me clench inside again.
My whole body shakes with the aftershocks of one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. “Why?”
“You wanted it,” he says, and it infuriates me, because he’s right. “You were so wet.”
“I just want to talk to you.”
“Yeah, well, you don’t know what you’re asking.”
“God, Tyler.” I pull my skirt back down, feeling ill-at-ease all of a sudden. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I’m a bastard.” His voice is bitter as he gets up, his erection straining against his jeans. “What did you expect? I want to fuck you. That’s all I need from you.”
A chill goes through me at the hardness in his eyes. I recall our conversation from last time, and I shiver. “What about your girlfriend? Does she know you’re here, trying to get into my panties?”
“I’ve already gotten into your panties,” he grates. “Four years ago, or did you forget?”
