Sweet Sinful Nights(68)

“Because this,” he said, raking his eyes over her, “is the best gift I’ve had all year. You. In my office. Dressed like this.” He brushed his fingers along the buttons, and she trembled. That telltale sign of her lust that scorched his blood. “Like the businesswoman I intend to f*ck.”

She licked her lips. “That’s who I am right now. For you.”

He leaned into her neck, kissing her, inhaling her honey scent. He bit down gently on her flesh. “All day,” he growled. “All day I’ve thought about this. Nothing but you. Touching you. Tasting you.” He buzzed a path along the column of her throat. She made the sexiest little whimpers and sighs, her noises making his cock try to fight its way out of his pants. He pressed his body against hers, his hard-on hitting her belly.

She moaned in response.

“That’s how much I want you. I’ve been hard for you all day long. I flew across the country like this. With my dick at attention the whole time because all I can think about is having you again,” he said as he began working the buttons on her blouse.

She grabbed his tie, tugged him close. Her eyes were on his, hazy and full of heat. “You think it’s different for me? You’re all I think about, too. I changed my panties twice already today. I get turned on beyond any and all reason just thinking about what you’re going to do to me.”

He hissed. His blood was on fire. He dragged his fingers up the sheer fabric of her stockings, groaning when he reached the lacy top, hitting the soft flesh of her thighs. He didn’t stop though. He was in hot pursuit of her *. “Let me test that for sure,” he said, then slid his fingers against the panel of her panties. She was soaked all the way through. He dived in, gliding his fingers inside the black lace, sliding them across her sweet flesh that felt like heaven to his touch. He brought his fingers to his lips, and sucked her off. “You are so f*cking ready for me.”

Her lips parted on a sexy sigh. She looped her arms around his neck, and arched her hips against him. “Please,” she said, echoing their conversation from the other night on the phone. “Please take me now. I can’t wait anymore.”

He scooped her up in his arms and stalked over to his desk, pushing the papers off with his elbow. He set her down, her petite frame barely taking up any space on the big oak desk. Her shirt was open, her bra still on.

She reached for him and began unbuttoning his shirt, her gaze pinned on him as she spoke in a sexy purr. “You’ve f*cked me as a dancer and as a college girl, but never as a woman who runs her own business. So I dressed like one. Because that’s who I am now,” she said, working her way down the buttons as he undid his tie and tossed it to the floor.

“That’s who I want,” he said.

She grasped his collar. “And I’ve f*cked a comedian, and a big man on campus, but never this gorgeous man in a suit. So f*ck me here on your desk as the man you are now.”

And he’d thought he couldn’t want her any more than he already did. She’d just proved him wrong. He wanted her even more.





CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE


She was ready.

Nearly. There was something she had to say. Something that couldn’t wait any longer. She’d held this in too long, for too many years, and it was aching to be set free.

“Wait.”

She placed her hands on his chest, so firm and strong and solid.

He froze on her command. “What is it?”

She cupped his cheeks. “There’s something I have to tell you before we have sex.”

“Okay,” he said, tentatively.

“Something important.”

“Okay.”

He sounded worried, and she was going to nip that worry in the bud. He’d shown her he’d changed, he’d become the man she wanted, and he was willing to give himself to her. She had more to tell him, which she planned to do when they returned to Vegas that night. But right then, she needed to be the first to say the words that she hoped would tether them together once more, and for always. She wanted to put herself on the line for him.

“Brent,” she said, stroking his stubbled jaw, loving his five o’clock shadow. Loving his deep brown eyes. Loving all of him.

“What is it, Shan?”

She wasn’t scared. She didn’t need liquid courage, or a hearty dose of guts. All she felt was an incredible joy, an iridescent passion that tripped through her bones and sparked along her skin. “I have a question for you,” she said, her lips curving into a grin.

He arched an eyebrow playfully. “Why yes, I’m clean, so if you’re on the pill we can do it without a glove.”

She laughed and swatted him. “No, that’s not it.”

“Then what is it, babe? Because I am dying to be inside you. I owe you several orgasms and right now I intend to deliver,” he said, tilting his head to the side. Waiting.

Waiting for her words.

Words that she was dying to share. She felt so vulnerable, but so sure. He was the one true thing in her life. “Do you think it’s possible to fall in love with someone in just two weeks? Especially if that person is the guy you were madly in love with before?” she asked, watching the expression in his eyes change from lust to wonder. He parted his lips, but she shushed him, pressing her fingertip over those soft, delicious lips that she’d be kissing in seconds. “Because I do. It happened to me. I’m so in love with you, Brent Nichols. I am so unbelievably, madly in love with you.”