Drunk on Love(58)

She touched his cheek.

“I was . . . I didn’t . . . I wasn’t sure how to feel, actually. I didn’t know if you’d—”

He laughed, and pulled her closer.

“Are you kidding me? I have wanted you since the moment I first saw you, and then every single moment since, and you didn’t know what I was going to do as soon as I wasn’t working for you anymore?” He traced the neckline of her robe with his finger. “When you answered the door in this,” he said, “and you clearly weren’t expecting me, I was consumed with jealousy, you know. I thought you were expecting someone else.”

She laughed softly. That would have never occurred to her.

“That’s very flattering, but I haven’t thought about anyone but you since that night.” She kissed him softly. “I shouldn’t say that, I know, I should play it cool, pretend I haven’t been thinking of you, of that night, for so long. But I’m not good at that.”

He dropped light kisses along the neckline of her robe.

“That’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told, Margot Noble, because you’ve seemed excellent at it to me. Here I’ve been staring at you all day at work like a lovesick puppy, and you barely glanced my way.” He loosened the tie of her robe and pushed it off one shoulder. “I know you didn’t look at me, I was checking.”

She couldn’t believe she was really allowed to do this. Kiss him, like she was doing now. Slide her hands up and down his body. Breathe in his scent. Luxuriate in the way he looked at her, touched her, with his hands, his lips, his tongue.

“I had to pretend,” she said as his fingers circled her nipple. “But my God, I wanted you. I wanted this.”

He pushed her slowly back on the couch.

“I just need to look at you,” he said. “Then I’ll believe this is really happening.”

She should feel self-conscious, with all the lights on, as she lay here, half-naked—more than half, really—with him staring at her. But she didn’t feel that way at all. Maybe it was because they’d done this before, maybe it was because she felt so comfortable with him, but all she could do was glory in the way he looked at her. That look of pure need. He’d looked at her like that in her office the day they’d kissed. She’d almost thought she’d imagined it until now.

She reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head.

“Until that time in my office, I really wasn’t sure that you—”

“That I wanted you—that I want you—so much I could barely function?” He lowered himself on top of her, and she reveled in the feeling of his body on hers, his warm and smooth skin against hers, his breath on her chest, her cheek, her neck.

“Do you know what I thought about, later that night, after I kissed you in your office?” he said in her ear. “I heard your voice, over and over, saying you wanted me. I thought about how much I wanted you, what I wanted to do to you, what I wanted you to do to me.” He opened the robe all the way.

She reached for his belt.

“So did I.”

He looked at her, so intently, and smiled.

“What did you think about? What did you want me to do to you? Because, I promise, I am down for it all.”

She could feel how hard he already was. She wanted him inside her right now, but she also wanted this moment to last forever.

She took his hand from where it rested on her shoulder.

“I thought about you touching me here.” She moved his hand to her breast. “You came so close, in my office that day, and I wanted it so much.”

He squeezed her already-hard nipple between his finger and thumb.

“You stopped me,” he said.

“I know,” she said. “But I didn’t want to.”

He leaned down and sucked her nipple in between his lips. She closed her eyes, and let her head fall back against the arm of the couch.

“God, I love when you do that,” she said.

She could feel him smile against her skin.

“I can tell. I love that I can tell.” One of his hands was at her waist, and she covered it with her own.

“Do you want to know what else I thought about?” she asked him.

He lifted his head to look at her.

“Absolutely I do.”

Had anyone ever been this laser focused on her? Not that she could remember.

She slid his hand down.

“I thought about you touching me here,” she said, moving his fingers between her legs. He dipped one finger inside of her, and she watched his smile widen.

“Were you this wet, when you thought about that?” She moved her hand out of the way as he pushed her knees wider.

She shook her head.

“Not until I thought about how much I wanted you to put your tongue there.”

Now his grin was very wide.

“Have I ever told you that I like the way you think?”

She shook her head. She couldn’t believe she’d waited so long for this.

“You haven’t, as a matter of fact.” She ran her fingers up and down his arms. She couldn’t stop touching him. Maybe, eventually, she’d believe this wasn’t one of her fantasies.

“Well.” He slid onto the floor and swung her legs wide. “I like everything about you.”