Chances (Mystic Nights #1)(11)

When she looked up, his eyes were in flames. She hadn’t felt so powerful an attraction in nearly a decade. Who was she kidding? This was more.

“You’re lying.” His words were a dare. And she was terrified and confused. Her body ached to be touched by him again. But her mind was still in turmoil.

“What?” she muttered in confusion still trying to stall for time so she could think clearly.

“I said you’re a liar. Your breathing is hitched. Your nipples are hard.” He risked lowering his hand to hover over one of her delectable orbs. He flicked one tip with his finger. Her sharp intake of breath made his cock harden even more. He reached for her hands and pulled her up to a standing position. She stood, and her legs were shaky. Involuntarily, she swayed towards him, touching without touching. They were a hairs breath away, but she was on fire.

Aliya had to shake her head to clear it. She couldn’t concentrate with him so close. “It’s nothing personal. I’m just not looking for a fling right now.”

“I’m okay with that.” His words confused her. Her body was pressed against his now. His hands were splayed across her back, making erotic circles and keeping her helplessly distracted.

“I’m also not looking to give private dances for the boss,” she added, still so confused by her body’s betrayal.

“Hmm, now you have given me an idea. One I won’t be able to get out of my head until I make that happen.” He knew it was the wrong thing to say, as soon as he felt her body stiffen in his arms.

“Never.” Her eyes locked into his.

“I was kidding.” Jonathan laughed. Partly to lighten the suddenly tense mood. “Why are you pushing me away so hard, Aliya, when you and I both know we want each other, want this?” He dipped his head lower so their lips were just a breath away. “I know you feel it.” He stroked her cheek with his until his mouth was right next to her ear.

She felt the heat of his words along her neck, and could not help but to shiver. When his tongue trailed along her rapid fire pulse, the gasp that escaped her was wanton and full of desire. It only encouraged him to do more. “I want you like no one before,” he confessed, grasping her face and doing what he wanted to do for over a month.

The blood roared in her ears the moment his lips crushed hers. She was responding in record time, and she felt him turning her, but was unaware of anything else until she was lifted and placed on top of his desk.

With one hand he cleared most of it, and then he was on top of her. Her body was engulfed in sensation. She wanted it. Needed it. Once more, she told herself as his hand pushed her panties aside and he found her already drenched *. He began to finger her, plunging one long digit inside her, and her back arched to receive it.

“God, I want you,” the words tore from her soul as she broke the kiss on a gasp of pleasure.

“Let’s not deny it any longer.” His voice was like gravel as he stood and began to unfasten his slacks. She sat back up to help him. Pure need rushed through them both.

Jonathan took out his wallet quickly before his pants slid to the floor, and hastily retrieved a condom. Aliya took the foil package from his grasp as he finished removing his pants and briefs. His cock was rock hard and she easily slipped it down his massive length. The touch of her fingers, although light, had him jumping. He needed to be deep inside her now.

As she lie back down, he grasped her hips at the same time, and plunged deeply. She was wet and ready. Her cry of pleasure when his index finger found her already exposed clit was all he needed to take her roughly. Leaning into her, he felt her feet in soft moccasins pull him closer as he began to pound and thrust into her repeatedly. It was going to be quick.

Aliya felt every glorious inch of Jonathan’s pulsing cock pound into her. And she met him thrust for thrust. This man had bewitched her. For a month, he invaded her dreams. And in her waking moments, she had to force him from her mind. She knew coming here today, she risked this happening. But as his cock sunk into her over and over, she didn’t regret it. Not one second. His fingers played her. He was the arrow, she the bow.

“Oh, God, yes,” she begged for the release that was almost upon her.

Jonathan crushed his body to hers feeling her nipples through his shirt. Like hard diamonds they scraped him. He captured her mouth and her groans as her * began to convulse around him, milking him for all he was worth.

Aliya’s world tilted on its axis. She literally saw stars as the explosion that rocked her hit hard and fast. And then she felt Jonathan tense as his body jerked up, and he continued to pound into her over and over again. She saw the muscles in his neck cord above his collared shirt. Then he threw his head back and powered through his release letting out a powerful groan of his own. When he stilled and looked at her, their bodies still connected, he whispered. “You are a witch, Aliya. One I can’t get enough of.” Then he leaned over her to press a kiss on her lips.

Eye to eye, he asked again. “Go out with me. A date.” There was a flash of pain and Jonathan’s heart thundered, afraid for yet another rejection. “This is good between us, Aliya. Not a fling. Maybe something more.”

He saw her brief nod, and for a moment his heart soared before he heard her words. “I’m sorry, Jonathan. Just sex. It can’t be more.” Her eyes begged him to understand.

He pressed a kiss to her lips to seal the deal. “If that’s what you’re offering, I’m okay with that, . . . for now.”