Ask Me Why(32)

“You want to feel?”

I manage a jerky nod.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”

“Yes,” I murmur. The fact that he’s checking on me, asking about crossing this line, somehow makes this more tender and intimate. But I’m not fooling myself. When this bubble pops, we’ll return to business as usual. I’ll ride this wave until we crash.

“Might as well make it real fucking good.” His rasp ricochets off my parted lips, and I swallow it down.

I shiver when Brance’s hand begins to wander. His fingers drift along the bare skin of my inner thigh. The loose fit of my shorts grants him easy enough access. I sag against the shelf when he reaches my center. Brance shoves my panties to the side with masterful precision. He glides through my slick heat, turning me into a quivering mess. He doesn’t waste time teasing with me, zeroing in on my clit with sure strokes.

Brance rips his mouth away with a snarl. “You’re wicked. This shouldn’t be happening.”

“But it is,” I whisper.

“We should stop.”

I reinforce my hold on him. “No, that’s the last thing we should do.”

“You make me weak,” he admits.

I arch my back. “Good.”

“I can’t do this with you. There are complications.” His words are harsh and meant to sting, but my body only burns hotter. A slice of forbidden never sounded good until now.

“Regret can come later.” It’s my turn first for once. That selfish bitch of an emotion has stolen enough from me.

His lips ghost over the corner of mine. “Easy for you to say.”

Rather than stop, Brance’s fingers pick up speed and take me higher. Molten heat boils in my lower belly, and I’m almost there.

I choose to stay silent, letting him fight through this battle on his own. When he presses his mouth against mine, I smile into the kiss.

“Fuck, you’re too much,” he mumbles.

I snag his bottom lip between my teeth. “You’re welcome.”

His tongue and fingers follow the same swirling pattern. I’m spinning past the point of recognition. I widen my stance and shamelessly rock into his touch. Brance presses his hardness into me. I garble out some semblance of a gasp at the size of him. But I’m more than likely imagining things.

“You’re not the only cocky one,” he chuckles.

Shit. Did I say that out loud?

His mouth veers off my lips, traveling lower. Sucking down my jaw and neck. I tip my chin up, giving him a wider expanse to explore. His tongue lashes at me. He drags his teeth across the sensitive skin of my throat. I’m being torn in half, split open to make room for a new me to flood in. The one who lets handsome men in suits ravish her and plead for more.

I spear my hands into his hair and tug him closer. Brance responds by pushing forward until we’re plastered together. In a rare show of concern, he cradles the back of my head so it doesn’t ram into the shelf. The move makes me want to straddle his lap.

Before I can suggest it, Brance doubles his efforts on my clit. He adds another finger into the mix and my brain turns to mush.

“Oh, f-fuck,” I wheeze. “I’m g-gonna come.”

“About fucking time,” he growls into my ear. His lips return to mine for a bruising kiss. Tingles shoot up my legs, and I’m tripping over the edge. With his final swipe along my slit, I explode with a soundless scream. Streaks of white blur my vision. I’m a ball of cosmic energy soaring straight into the galaxy, and the stars have never been brighter.

Hello, twinkling goodness. I’ve missed you.

The haze slips away, and I float down from the clouds. Brance wrenches his mouth off mine. I blink into awareness. His panting breaths caress my lips. My chest rises and falls rapidly against his, the pounding of our hearts echoing between us.

“I need to stay away from you,” he mutters.

I almost laugh considering our current position. “You should probably put forth a bit more effort.”

Brance’s expression hardens and I hold my breath, waiting for the inevitable blow. I’ve come to expect them, almost look forward to his scorn. Pushing his buttons is an intense shot of adrenaline. Watching the blue fire build in his gaze gets my blood pumping hotter. He’s bringing me back to life without even trying.

We stare at each other, the silence between us stretching. I’m prepared to wait him out. I won’t be the one to explain whatever just happened. After another moment, Brance drops his hold on me and steps back. I use the opportunity to check him out. The man in front of me has become ten times hotter since striding through my door. I like seeing him disheveled.

Brance’s suit is deliciously rumpled. A naughty gleam lingers in his eyes. Evidence of our kiss lingers on his lips, slightly swollen and red. His hair sticks up in sexy disarray, sections pointing in every direction. I curl my fingers, hiding the guilty offenders. But combing through those silky strands will be committed to memory. I want to do that again, multiple times. But I tamp my trampy side down. For now.

He makes quick work of straightening his tie. “You owe me a story.”

A boulder drops in my gut. “Now?”

Brance sweeps the brown locks off his forehead, erasing more proof of our tryst. “Nah, gotta get back to the office.”

“Already?” I’m still recovering from my orgasm.