If I Only Knew(45)

If she keeps breathing like this, forcing her breasts to rise and fall, I might just act on that little fantasy.

“Then what can we do?” I question.

Her eyes close as I continue to lightly touch her. I’m going to push her as far as I can. She’s not fooling me here, and I’m tired of watching her have this war in her mind. When she’s unguarded, she acts, and that is a sight to behold.

“We can’t . . . we can’t . . . kiss because . . . God,” she mutters. “I can’t think with you touching me.”

I love that I fluster her so easily.

She takes her bottom lip between her teeth and I’m rock fucking hard. I want her so badly it hurts. I need to touch her. I can’t wait another moment and I don’t give a shit about her rules regarding us.

There are no fucking rules.

The attraction between us in undeniable and my feelings for her are more than I ever wanted to allow.

Danielle is the first woman that makes me want more in my life. I don’t care about the cars, money, job, or any of that. I want to be someone worthy of her. Someone she can rely on and it’s driving me mad.

I think about caring for her.

I see things and think of Parker and his love of comics.

My mind wanders all the bloody time to thoughts about how to make her smile again, because the sight of it makes my heart swell. Like a fucking fool.

However, right now, all I’m thinking about is touching every inch of her before I lose control.

“Can I do this?” I ask as I reach the top of her chest. My fingers graze her breast and she lets out a soft moan.

“Milo.”

“What about this?” My touch drops lower and I skim across where her nipple hides in her bra. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, but we should,” she admits.

“Says who, darling?”

I move my other hand up her back, fastening her to me and her fingers grip my arm. We breathe each other in and I pause.

Her eyes open. The lust and passion are unbridled. That look is enough to bring a man to his knees.

I know what she said, but I can’t stop myself. I have to kiss her. I pull her even tighter and bring my lips to hers—even knowing she might pull away.

Instead, her eyes close, her fingers move up my arms to the back of my neck as she lifts on her toes and she kisses me.

God, does she ever.

Gone is the woman who thinks she has any control. Just like the kiss in the car, Danielle is almost wild. Her hands grip the top of my head, holding me to her as if I was going anywhere. My feet move forward, needing the leverage, but we hit the desk.

My hand hooks under her thigh, lifting her and pushing everything on the desk out of the way. I hear the clanging of things going to the floor, but neither one of us separate to assess the damage.

I’ve always wanted to do that.

I kiss her hard, resting my weight on the cold wood desk. Another file goes flying, slapping the ground and she moves herself more center.

Her eyes are filled with heat, burning for more. I stand in front of her, laid out before me. My imagination did her no justice.

She’s a fucking Goddess.

Her hair is spilled around her, her lips slightly swollen from the kiss, and instead of pushing me away, she smiles at me.

“I’m not stopping if you don’t, understand?” I ask as I climb on top of her.

“Milo,” she says my name with confliction.

My thumb brushes across her lips and she parts them so I rub along the opening. “Do you want this?”

Her eyes fill with so many emotions I can’t keep track. I see the fear, but then it shifts to desire. She’s in her head again and I’m going to pull her out if it’s the last thing I do.

My mouth replaces my finger on her lip and her leg curls up, hooking around my calf. Yeah, she wants this.

Her hands travel down my back and I slide my tongue in her mouth, loving the taste of her.

I kiss her hard, enjoying how much she meets my power. Danielle isn’t timid with me, and I fucking love it. I climb on top of the desk, letting my weight settle with her. “God,” she moans again.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her.

“More. I want more, Milo.”

I’m happy to oblige.

I do what I thought about the entire day and sit up on my knees, looking at that shirt and tearing it open. Her eyes widen, but before she can react, I hook my finger in the middle of her bra and pull it lower, letting her perfect breasts spill out.

“So fucking perfect,” I praise her again.

My mouth waters as I lean down and take her nipple in my mouth. I suck, lick, and flick it with my tongue as she arches her back off the desk.

“Oh my God. Oh fuck,” Danielle pants.

I need to taste her. All of her. I slide my hand to her legs as I continue to suck her tits. As I make my way back up, I pull her skirt along with it.

When I find what’s underneath, it’s my turn to be shocked.

“Commando?”

She smirks. “Surprised?”

“Very.”

Her cheeks turn the loveliest shade of pink and I decide I want to see if they can get redder.

I get off the desk and her eyes widen. I spread her legs as I get on my knees. “I’m going to enjoy this. Lie down.”

“Milo.” She starts to protests. I’m not having any of that. I inch her a little further and flatten my tongue, tasting her.