Adored (Masters and Mercenaries #8.5)(10)

Thank god. Six months. They’d passed and every night she dreamed about what they could have had if he hadn’t played the damn gentleman that night in Hawaii. They’d wasted six months. Six months when she could have felt him against her, when she could have had the heat of his body to warm her own. They could have been sleeping together, sharing a life beyond the confines of this office.

His lips found hers and he was ravenous. He slanted over her mouth again and again, dominating and taking what he wanted. His tongue surged in and she could feel that slow slide in her womb.

Just like that she was wet and ready. Her body felt malleable, as though it knew this man was the one who could mold her and bring her to fruition. Every inch of her body felt primed. Her nipples rasped against the fabric of her bra, her breasts heavy and wanting. Her clothes were suddenly too tight and she wanted nothing more than to throw them off. She didn’t need clothes around him.

A sudden vision of what it would be like now that Mitch was finally claiming her stamped itself in her brain. She could hear him commanding her to be naked when they were alone. She would curl up at his feet as they relaxed. It would be the two of them and they wouldn’t have to argue. They would be together.

His hands found her backside, squeezing. A low groan ground out of his mouth as he explored her. She could feel herself softening, offering herself up for his slow exploration. This was the man who would finally teach her what all the fuss was about.

Mitch pushed her to be better than she was, to think more clearly about points of law and to challenge herself to greater heights. She’d always known it would be the same in the bedroom. She’d had lovers before, but sex had been something to do, a way to show affection. Sex with Mitch was a force of freaking nature.

He pressed her against the door. His mouth was a marauder, plunging in and taking what he wanted. His hands gripped her hips and suddenly she felt her feet leave the ground. Mitch had a good half a foot on her, but it didn’t seem to matter. He simply lifted her to where he wanted her to be.

“Feel that. That’s what you f*cking do to me,” he growled against her mouth.

His cock. His very large cock, from the feel of it, was pressed right against her *. She had to gasp when he ground that big erection against her clit.

She intended to give as good as she got. “You can’t tell what you do to me because there are way too many clothes between us.”

“Tell me, Laurel. Tell me how wet your * is.” His voice had gone deep, smooth and richer than normal. This was his Dom voice and it made her obey with ease.

“So wet. My * is already soft and wet for you, Sir.”

“Do you want my cock?”

“I want everything,” she answered honestly. She wanted him to take her in every way a man could take a woman. She wanted long nights where they simply explored their boundaries. She’d been fooling herself. Sanctum wouldn’t mean anything without Mitchell as her Master. She only wanted to submit to him and only in the bedroom. She wanted to be his partner out of it. He needed her. He needed her to push him past his shell and she needed him for so many things. She needed the safety she’d found with him. No one had ever taken care of her the way he did.

His hips kept moving as he kissed his way across her face. He licked the lobe of her ear. Damn but that felt good. He nipped her before lifting her easily. “Put your legs around me. I don’t want to wait. I can’t. I need to be inside you. I’ve waited too f*cking long.”

She did as he asked because she’d waited too long, too. Months of yearning made her reckless. She wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing her skirt up around her upper thighs. She could already feel the way her panties were damp and clinging. She was going to make a mess of his slacks, but it didn’t matter. Her brain couldn’t wrap itself around anything but how good he felt as he held her up and opened the door.

He strode through the office she’d worked so hard to turn into something comfortable for him, past her own office where she kept the set of legal books Mitch had bought for her when she’d finished her paralegal certification classes. He’d said anyone who could put up with him while she attended school deserved something. Most women would see them as a simple tool, but the law was the only thing Mitch truly loved, and sharing it with her had been an act of affection on his part.

She could see through him, see to the softer side of the man. Why had it taken him this long to acknowledge that they were good together?

He strode into his office, her weight not holding him back at all. She’d watched him as he played basketball with her brother and their friends, so she knew the strength that lay under his white dress shirts. Always white with black slacks. He had what must be fifteen pairs. The only things that changed were his ties.

He kissed her as he moved toward his desk. Their tongues melded and there was nothing awkward. She’d always found kissing awkward, a little messy. She was never sure what to do with her hands or how to move. She didn’t have to with Mitchell. He took over. He moved and she followed as though they’d done this a thousand times before.

Heat flashed through her system. She’d never been so aroused in her life. It was like all the tension of the day, of the last six months, was being crushed under a tidal wave of desire. Her blood thrummed through her system, waking up parts of her body she’d never thought of as sexual. When he touched her back, she shivered all along her spine.