“So.” She leaned against the desk.
“Let’s not discuss family.”
“Good idea.”
He stepped closer, backing her against the desktop, his pelvis coming into contact with hers. She sucked in a shaky breath. “I thought I was here to work.”
“You are. You’re shadowing me, remember?”
“I don’t think I’ll be writing about how you’re trying to seduce your interviewer.” A teasing smile lifted her lips.
He reached out and pressed his thumb against her lower lip, causing a full-body tremble. “Good. I’d hate to think you were the type to kiss and tell.”
“I’m not.” She swallowed hard, the long line of her throat moving up and down. “If you don’t want something printed, it won’t be. And I don’t want anything personal between us up for public consumption.”
“Fair enough,” he said, bracing his arms on either side of her body and sliding his lips along her jaw. The scent of her perfume assaulted his senses, going straight to his cock, which hardened as if on command.
“Mmm. How do you do it?” she asked.
“What?” He worked his way up her jawline, enjoying the taste and scent of her as she arched into him, her breasts pushing against the sweater he now regretted wearing. He’d prefer to feel the press of her hardened nipples against a light tee shirt. Weather be damned.
“How do you engage my entire body with a simple kiss?” Her hands came to his waist. She pulled up the sweater, her hot palms touching his skin.
“It’s us. This chemistry. It’s unique to us.” Mimicking her moves, he slid his hands inside her blouse, let his palms glide up her sides, until his thumbs grazed her nipples and she moaned out loud.
All he wanted to do was make her feel good. Watching her eyelids flutter closed, her lips part, the light flush cover her cheeks did something to him.
There was a reason he called her princess … maybe the pedestal he’d put her on years ago. Maybe the fact that there was a vulnerability beneath the strength she exuded. Or maybe everything about her just did it for him. Which made him want to give to her.
He plucked at her nipples, and she tilted her head back, pushing her breasts forward and into his hands. They felt like a fucking gift, and he treated them that way, cupping the heavy mounds and continuing to roll her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Her grip tightened on his hips. She liked what he was doing to her.
He intended to give her more. Add to the sensations. He eased a leg between her thighs, and soon she was rocking her pussy into the hard muscle of his thigh.
“Feel good?” he asked, continuing the nipple play. She was sensitive there, and for sure she felt the contractions deep in her sex.
“So good,” she said, her body shaking and on the edge.
Fuck. His cock was hard, his balls had drawn up, and he wasn’t the one who would be getting off from this. And that was okay. Another thing that made her unique. His desire for her pleasure over his own. Again.
He began to rock his thigh into the vee of her legs, and she rubbed herself against him, seeking harder, deeper pressure. He released her breasts, needing to kiss her. When she came, he wanted to taste her moans, to have his tongue tangled with hers, thrusting inside her mouth the way he couldn’t do with her body.
His lips caught hers. At the same time, he shoved her skirt up and slid his hand into her soaked underwear, his fingertip finding her clit.
At the initial touch, her fingers pinched his flesh so hard he’d have bruises on his sides later, and he didn’t care. He slicked her juices over the tight bud, and she came apart, her entire being a beautiful, quaking mess, her breaths lost in his kiss.
She rode out the waves, and he continued to slide his finger over her sensitive flesh until she was arching away from him, unable to take the sensations another minute.
When she collapsed against him, he was ready, taking her slight weight and pulling her into his arms. “You keep giving without taking in return,” she said, her breath warm against his ear, her tone in utter awe.
What was wrong with the assholes who’d come before him? Not that he wanted to think about them, but she seemed truly stunned.
She reached for the button on his jeans, and he grasped her hand, stilling her before she could free his aching cock. If she so much as touched him, he’d come like a teenager first thing in the morning.
“But…”
“But nothing. Today was for you.”
“And last time?” she asked, easing away so she could meet his gaze.