Warning Track (Callahan Family #1) - Carrie Aarons Page 0,55
He’d gone four for five in the batter’s box, hitting two home runs and driving in a grand slam during one of those.
“I can’t not do this anymore.” His voice is thick with raw sex, and it’s a miracle I’m not a puddle on the floor.
“Hayes …” I warn, but my voice is weak.
With no idea where his sudden lust is coming from, or why it has to be brought up in my office, I stand anyway. I shouldn’t play into this, I should tell him to leave. But my body is already buzzing with the anticipation of his hands on it, and maybe it’s the magic of the fireworks painting the dark walls of my office every color under the sun that has me capitulating.
Wordlessly, he reaches me, and we’re standing toe-to-toe. I can feel the rapid rise and fall of my chest, and then he licks his lips. Slow and so painfully hot in that one tiny motion, and I’m a goner.
I’m pretty sure I lunge for him first, but he catches me, our hands snagging in hair and on clothing. My fingers are met with the wetness of his shower as they dive into his hair, our mouths sealing over one another. The kiss is sloppy and fueled with desire, our bodies forced together by something magnetic. It’s like I can’t get close enough to him, and in one fell swoop Hayes is picking me up and carrying me over to the built-in cabinets on one wall of my office.
Strong hands dig into my butt as my legs circle his waist, and I rub myself against the massive erection bulging against his zipper. Oh good God, I could combust right here. I’m vaguely aware as he sets me down, our kiss never stopping while skilled fingers shove my dress past my hips and pull my thong down my legs.
Then they’re stroking me, testing my wetness, teasing the swollen bud at my core. Suddenly, I can’t breathe, the reflexes in my back sending my eyes rolling to the ceiling with a guttural moan.
“I could come from that sound alone.” Hayes growls, green eyes sparking with need.
And I could come just from the look he’s leveling at me. Possessive, driving with domination. This is not a man who will go quietly into the bedroom, make love kindly, or whisper sweet nothings. He’s an animal, one who takes until he’s had his fill.
Right then, my mind spurs to action, causing my hands to go to his belt. Two of Hayes’ fingers pump inside me as I race to pull his cock out, unbuckling and unsnapping until I can finally get his jeans sliding past his hips.
When his erection springs free, it’s weighty, the veins pulsing when I take it in my palm.
“I’ve dreamed about seeing my cock in your hand for too many nights.” He breathes reverently as I stroke him.
I pull him by it, gently, so his hips line up to where I’m positioned on top of the cabinet. Spreading my legs wide at the same time he removes his fingers from my dripping slit, my heart hammers at what is about to happen.
There doesn’t need to be a discussion, we’re not teenagers. We’re both fully consenting adults, we know the risks; we trust the other.
So in one fluid thrust Hayes buries himself deep, and tangles his tongue with mine, swallowing the scream I let out at the invasion. He’s enormous, and it’s been a very long time since I’ve been with a man. The sensations of pleasure and pain melt together until I can’t make out which one is winning, and my clit throbs for release.
His sculpted arm is wrapped behind my back, around my waist and gripping one of my ass cheeks. He’s holding me by one arm, in place, while the other set of fingers is planted deeply at the roots of my scalp. It’s barbaric, the way he’s using my body to sheath himself, but it’s the best kind of primal pleasure.
Hayes is not gentle or considerate, like the other men I’ve been with. He doesn’t fumble or ask permission, this is a man who knows what he wants and will take it. Make no mistake, he’s after my pleasure too, fulfilling that need, but the wild look in his eyes makes this encounter more thrilling than any I’ve ever had.
That dirty blond hair falls in front of his face as he tips me back, not far enough to lay me down on the counter,