Thirty minutes longer than he’d dreamed possible.
But just when he was hoping that Holly might actually accept that she was precisely where she was supposed to be, he felt her stiffening.
“I should go.”
His arms tightened around her. “Forget it.”
She lifted her head to glare at him. “I warned you about giving me orders. I’m not on the clock.”
His body instantly hardened.
God almighty, she looked insanely beautiful with her dark hair tousled around her flushed face and her eyes still smoldering from the intensity of their earlier passion.
Exactly as a woman should look after she’d just been thoroughly satisfied.
“Thank god,” he growled, rolling until he was perched on top of her. He groaned as his cock settled against her lower stomach. His powerful orgasm had taken the edge off his hunger, but he was far from sated. Hell, he wasn’t sure there’d ever come a time when he wasn’t desperate to be inside this woman. “Despite my vivid fantasies, I do at least pretend to be a professional at the office.”
She sucked in a deep breath as her hands lifted to press against his chest, her cognac eyes shimmering with a golden beauty in the muted lighting.
“It’s late.”
His gaze moved to the pulse that fluttered at the base of her throat.
As much as he’d enjoyed taking her from behind, he couldn’t wait to watch her expressive face while he made her come.
“Do you have somewhere you need to be?” he asked.
She licked her lip, making his arousal twitch. Oh hell. He wanted those lips on him.
On his mouth. His skin. His cock.
A flush of arousal touched her cheeks, but predictably she tried to hide behind her walls.
Nothing with this woman would ever be easy.
Which was exactly why he’d gone to such drastic measures.
He grimaced, refusing to allow himself to recall exactly what those drastic measures had entailed.
That was a worry for another day.
“Back to my apartment,” she muttered.
He bent his neck to brush his lips over her wide brow, savoring the warm scent of vanilla that filled his senses.
It wasn’t perfume, or even lotion, but just the natural aroma he always associated with her.
“Is there some pressing business that you have to take care of at this hour?”
“I just want to go home.”
“And I want you to stay,” he admitted with blunt honesty. “I’ve waited a very long time to hold you in my arms. I don’t intend to let you go.”
Her eyes widened, something that might have been panic rippling over her face.
“Don’t say that.”
“Why not?”