The Boss Crush - Penny Wylder Page 0,61

don't want you to worry about anything. You have so much talent. I'll never let you go just like that.”

She shakes her head, her lips lifting into a light smile. I have to kiss her. The urge is overwhelming, it's consuming me as I stare into her eyes.

Dalia looks so lost, so unbelievably lost that I just want to bring her home. I want her to know what she has right in front of her. I want her to feel what it's like to not have to work for something at all.

Because we belong together.

I watch her eyes as I lean in closer, closer, a little bit closer, until my lips are hovering over hers. They're not touching, but I can already feel the soft, dewiness of her lips. She inhales sharply, tilting her head a hair, almost daring me to keep going.

She exhales, I inhale, breathing her into my lungs. There's a sweetness that seeps through my body, warming me from the inside out. My skin starts to tingle, my chest constricts and my dick pulses.

That's it, there is no more control. There's no more slow and steady. No more nice guy trying to be courteous. The animal is out, and it's coming for her.

Crushing my lips against hers, my body buzzes as the electricity flows between us. My taste buds explode as her tongue tangles with mine, and I break to the desire streaming through my veins.

The things I want to do to her are far from sweet and kind. I want to throw her down on her back, spread her thighs wide, and not waste one more second on this foreplay shit.

But I won't do that to her.

Or will I?

I can't promise shit.

Stretching my hands deep into her hair, I tug, and kiss her harder.

The skin on her shoulders sparkles in gold bursts, so tender, so velvet smooth. I have to touch her, stroke her, enjoy every inch of her.

With strong hands, I sweep my fingertips down her bare back, scooping her up and setting her on my lap.

Dalia lets out an audible gasp as she giggles, spreading her legs wide around my hips. With firm hands, I hold her ass, squeezing hard.

She kisses me harder, with more craze and passion. Speaking between kisses, she asks, “Should we really be doing this here?”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Then you have your answer, don't you?” Smirking, I slip my hands up her back, setting open palms on her shoulder blades, and pulling her down.

I kiss her harder. Deeper. Biting her shoulder, I run my tongue across the top of her collarbone, up the curve of her throat, and across her jawline.

Dalia groans, letting her head fall back as her mouth drops open, and her back instinctively arches into my body. “Mm, Lyle,” she moans softly, her words made of mostly air with a layer of gritty need.

It's that layer, that small tiny detail in her voice that makes me go fucking insane. All I want is to hear my name on her lips again, to feel her voice in my chest as she gives in, forgetting everything else in her life.

“Say it again.” Digging my fingers into her back, I press her down so her pussy rubs against my already raging hard-on. “I need to hear you say it again.”

“Say what?” she asks as her eyes fall to mine.

“My name.”

Dalia grins as she licks her lips. “Lyle.” The word comes out of her mouth so erotically I almost can't contain my excitement.

“Again,” I command as I unbutton my pants. My cock busts out, slapping against the front of her pussy, and making her breath hitch.

“Lyle,” she says, her eyes frozen on mine, tits rising up, and pillowing out of the top of her dress. She nibbles her bottom lip, pulling it delicately into her mouth.

“I fucking love that.” Growling, I float more kisses across her collarbone, and down the outside of her arm. “Again.” My hands guide her body, rocking her hips back and forth.

My shaft rubs against her lace panties. The friction is eclectic. I can feel she’s wet and white hot. I can't stop touching her. Her thighs are so smooth, my fingers glide easily under her skirt and over her ass.

A shiver scales her body as I gently tickle across the inner creases of her thighs. So slow. So delicately. So very tender.

The corner of her lip perks, and her lids lower seductively. “Fuck me, Lyle,” she says, but it's weak, it's not enough.

I want