Hot and Bothered - Erika Wilde Page 0,37

sexual fantasies.

And he knew at that moment that he wouldn’t be able to refuse her this time—wouldn’t be able to refuse himself, no matter how wrong it might be to give and take this pleasure from her. Her memory might be skewed, but her desire for him was very real. And that’s all he needed to know to assuage his own misgivings and set his hunger for her free.

Without warning, he lowered his head, crushed his lips to hers, and swallowed her gasp of surprise. It took her only a handful of seconds to respond to his greedy kiss, to welcome the thrust of his tongue into the silky, heated depths of her mouth. As they both indulged in the rough, delicious embrace, he knew there would be nothing slow, romantic or easy about this first joining. And she didn’t seem to want that, either.

Without breaking their kiss, he grasped her waist in his hands and lifted her up onto the surface, heedless of the cramped space because of his desk cluttered with his laptop computer and other office paraphernalia. They wouldn’t need much room for what he had in mind.

With his mouth, lips, and tongue consuming hers, he shoved the skirt of her dress up to her hips and out of the way. He pushed her knees apart, spreading her legs so that he fit in between and his throbbing erection nestled at the heart of her femininity. She locked her feet against the back of his hardened thighs to hold him in place, and gyrated her hips in a slow, circular motion. He felt the heat and dewy moisture from her panties saturating through the denim of his jeans, and he growled at the raw, untamed sensation that ripped through him.

Abruptly, she ended the kiss and leaned back, bracing her hands on the desk behind her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted for breath, and her eyes were heavy lidded with arousal, the irises a sultry shade of blue. “Open the front of my dress, Noah,” she whispered invitingly. “I want your mouth on my breasts.”

He didn’t hesitate, and immediately tackled the buttons that kept her so modestly covered. Once the blouse portion of her dress was undone, he spread the sides open wide. Leaning forward, he lavished kisses over the soft swells of her breasts overflowing her bra and dipped his tongue along the deep cleavage in between.

She shivered and reverently whispered his name.

Wanting her upper body naked, he pulled the dress and straps of her bra off her shoulders and down her arms until her breasts were bared and the bunched material tightened at the crease of her elbow. She shifted, trying to lift her hands from the desk so that she could slip out of the sleeves, but he stopped her before she could follow through on her intent.

“Don’t move,” he ordered, liking the way her current position kept him in total control. “I want you to keep your hands right where they are.”

Excitement glowed in her gaze and her skin flushed in anticipation. Burying a hand into her thick hair, he tangled his fingers through the soft strands and tugged her head back so that her slender throat was completely exposed to him. Driven by something primitive and possessive that overruled his common sense, he placed his open mouth on her arched neck and grazed his tongue across her delicate skin. He found a particularly sensitive spot that made her shiver and drew that tender flesh between his teeth. He nipped and suckled, and did something he’d never, ever done to any other woman—he marked Natalie as his.

She gasped and arched into him as he bit her neck, and he felt her tight nipples stab against his chest, demanding their own fair share of attention. His free hand molded to one full, straining breast, and his thumb and forefinger closed over the pearled tip and tugged, hard enough to make her suck in a swift, startled breath of air.

He continued to nuzzle her throat, then trailed hot, damp kisses lower. Finding her breasts, he curled his tongue around a waiting nipple, licked at her slowly, then drew her deep into his mouth with a soft, wet, suctioning pull that made her thighs clench his thighs and her hips rock rhythmically against his thickening cock.

“Noah, please,” she urged on a long, drawn-out moan.

With the urgent plea in her smoky voice and the sexy, provocative gyration of her hips, she brought him to