Taking On The Billionaire (Redhawk Reunion #1) - Robin Covington Page 0,28
her lips just a breath away from his own. Adam leaned in to close the distance but Tess inched back. He moved in again and she shifted back a hair’s breadth, dragging another groan out of him, this one of frustration. He lifted his hands to her face, anchoring her in place as he took his turn to play the game, coming close but not sealing their mouths together.
Now it was Tess’s turn to moan, her breath coming fast on a pant that heaved her breasts into his chest with every inhale. Her pulse was visibly hammering under the delicate, pale skin of her throat. Adam dipped his head, unable to resist licking that spot, savoring her salty-sweet flavor.
“I want you to fuck me, Adam.”
Damn, that was exactly what he wanted too. The only thing that would satisfy this ache building deep inside him.
“Hell, yes. I want that too. Your legs wrapped around me, your nails digging into my back. Your screams passing over these lips.” Adam reached out with his tongue, tracing the full plumpness of her lips, capturing her own moan on the tip and savoring the taste of her surrender.
He glanced up at the glass walls of his office and was reminded of the reason he’d never had sex with her here. Security wouldn’t be making rounds at this time of night but anybody who decided to walk by would see them.
“I should take you down to your office,” he said.
“Too far. I don’t care about anyone seeing us. I just want you, Adam.” Tess reached down between them and ran a hand up and down the length of his erection. “I’ve always wanted to have you fuck me in your office.”
“Damn it, Tess,” he whispered, the only warning she was going to get about how this was going to go down. Hot. Intense. Passionate. The way it always was between them, but every time they touched it burned hotter the next time. Her breath caught just before he angled his head and took her mouth.
The kiss was hard and hungry, lips bruising and teeth clashing as they devoured each other. After weeks of total access to each other’s bodies and mouths nothing between them had cooled down. Tess moaned into the kiss, wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling him in closer, as if her next breath depended on his being as close to her as possible. Adam echoed her movement, hands cupping her ass to drag her closer as he sought to dominate her, possess her.
With them it would never be easy, only complete and total surrender would satisfy this craving and neither of them would give in to that. They’d both been burned too much and too often.
But they’d get as close as they could, feeding off each other’s need until this fire between them died.
Tess broke off the kiss first, her breasts rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath. She licked her lips, pink and kiss swollen, and he wanted nothing more than to see them wrapped around his cock.
“I want that too. So much,” Tess answered and he realized that he had spoken the words aloud.
He groaned again as her hands traveled over his body, stopping to wrap around his neck and pull him down to her. This time Tess took over the kiss, slanting her lips over his and sliding her tongue into his mouth. This time it was slower, softer, Tess exerting her power in this thing between them, controlling the gradual buildup of passion and possession. It turned him on, compelling him to slide his hands over her ass, angling their hips forward, finding the perfect position to grind his erection into her body.
It was bewitching. Intoxicating. Addictive. He explored the curves of her body with his hands, cupping her breasts in his palms, thumbs rubbing against the hard nipples straining against the soft fabric of her dress.
Tess released his mouth, her palms pressed firmly against his chest as she eased him backward toward the sofa. When his knees hit the edge of the seat cushion, she gave him a firmer push, forcing him to sprawl on the sofa, legs spread open in blatant invitation.
He wanted Tess. No hiding it.
Tess leaned over him, her lips close enough to his own that they were exchanging sharp, shallow pants of breath. Adam raised his hand, stroking up the side of her bare leg, under her skirt, under the silky material of her panties.