The Intern (The Dalton Family #4)(55)

“You’ve been such a dick to me.”

My eyes closed as I got lost in the scent. “You’re making me fucking wild.”

She pushed back, rubbing against my erection. “I know … I can feel it.”

I wrapped an arm across her chest, holding her neck. “Why do you do this to me?” I strengthened my grip. “Why do you make me hurt for you?” I traced the cartilage with my lips. “Why do you make me ache for you?”

She leaned the back of her head against my chest, her hair splayed across my suit, like I was a pillow. “Make me forget how much of an asshole you are.”

My fingers moved to her chin, tilting her face toward mine. “I want to make something very clear.” In the back of my mind, the flower dude, the hen, they had only confirmed what I had already known. “When you’re in this building, this is mine.” I pushed my hips forward and ground my cock into her ass. “All mine.” I lowered my face until our lips were almost touching. “Say it.” I waited, listening. “Say it, Hannah. Make me believe it.”

Still flat-fisting the door, she released it to wrap her arms around my neck. She fingered the back of my hair, pulling my face to the same position it had been in before. Breaths separated us as she exhaled, “Kiss me.”

She was making demands.

Because this girl, this goddamn unicorn, knew she held all the power.

And she knew what a kiss meant to me.

I didn’t question it.

I didn’t even attempt to fight it.

I smashed our lips together.

Our mouths instantly melded, my tongue sliding in to circle hers. I held her face so she couldn’t pull away and breathed her in, remembering the last time we had kissed and the attraction I had felt.

This was stronger.

The intensity even more commanding.

I separated us, and she took her time opening her eyes, filling her lungs.

“Say it,” I reminded her.

Her teeth grazed both lips, like she was sucking me off them. “Make me yours, Declan.”

An invitation.

One that she backed up with the loosening of my belt buckle and the lowering of my zipper. She reached inside the hole of my boxer briefs and fisted my cock.

I panted through my nose, the air hot and fierce, like a bull. “Your uncle and aunt and cousins have offices right outside my door.” I continued to hold her face, pressing into her cheeks. “I need you to remember that.”

“You’re not good at keeping me quiet.”

“Hence the warning.”

She leaned up on her toes and kissed me. Slow. Steady. Almost like she was memorizing my lips. “I’ll try.”

“You need to do better than that.”

My fingers slid down her chest, unbuttoning the white shirt so I could cup her tit. She moaned as I rubbed across her nipple and then lowered to the flatness of her navel, halting at the top of her skirt. It was too tight to slip under the waist, so I reached behind and unzipped it, the material falling down her legs.

“Keep your heels on.” I discovered a pair of lace panties and dropped those too. “How wet are you …” My voice trailed off as I got my answer. “God-fucking-damn it.” My fingers dripped as I dipped inside her pussy, using my thumb to graze her clit. “What made you so wet, Hannah?” I made sure she felt each of my exhales across her face along with the hum of my tongue. “When I told you that you were coming to Wyoming with me?” I added a second finger, heading toward her G-spot. “When I told you to lock the door?” I kissed her hard. “Or when I told you that you were mine.”

The walls of her pussy clenched my fingers, a narrowness that was going to feel fucking incredible on my dick.

“When you got jealous of Ford sending me flowers and of Travis talking to me at my desk.”

I growled, and it wasn’t because my dick was fucking throbbing even though it was.

So, Ford was the flower dude, and Travis, the clucking hen, was a name I didn’t care to remember.

The important part of this equation was that Hannah could see right through me.

I plunged deeper inside her, turning my wrist, aiming upward.

“Are you going to tell me I’m wrong?” She smiled. “That the attention, the fear of me slipping away, doesn’t turn you into a roaring bear?” She grasped the back of my neck like she was about to fall. “Declan”—she sucked in a breath—“oh my God.”

“You know how to set me off.”

“That’s it?” She moaned again. “That’s what you’re going to call it?”

I gave her my face, allowing her to stare at it. To read me. To see the words that I wasn’t saying. “What do you want from me, Hannah?”

“The truth.”

“That I want to be able to do this”—I pulled out of her pussy, rubbing those wet fingers across her lips—“whenever I please? That I can’t stop thinking about you? Us? What that could even look like?” I narrowed my gaze to her mouth, her lips now wet. “If that’s what you want to hear, then there you go.” It didn’t change the fact that she worked for me, that her cousin didn’t want us together. But I wasn’t going to get into that now. Now, I was on a much different mission. “Taste yourself.”