and nibbling on her earlobe. All the signs were telling me she wanted this. I leaned forward and put both our wine glasses on the coffee table. Then I kissed her. I kissed her like I’d been wanting to do since I first laid eyes on her.
I heard her soft moan and took it up a notch. I needed this woman.
Chapter 27
Saige
Nine years ago
His kiss was better than I’d fantasized about. He was more than I could have hoped for. I was riding the high of a lovely night out with him and the kiss was the icing on the cake. But I wanted more. I wanted the sprinkles and all the little extras. I never slept with a man on a first date, but this was different. This was Nash. We’d spent a lot of time together over the last few weeks and I felt like I knew him better than anyone else.
His hands slid over my breasts while his thumbs rubbed over my nipples. The lace bra I was wearing provided very little barrier between us. I gasped, sucking in a sharp breath. It felt like an electric shock but delicious.
“Come to bed with me,” he whispered against my lips.
There were probably about a hundred rules that said I shouldn’t sleep with a client. I understood why, but this was different. This was Nash. “Are you sure?” I whispered.
I wanted him to tell me he was absolutely sure. I wanted him. Period.
He rested his forehead against mine. I could feel him breathing hard. Feeling his desire was like dumping fuel on my own. “If you want me to stop, I will,” he said in a strained voice.
I decided to throw caution to the wind. There was no reason we couldn’t remain professional after tonight. It was sex. My coworkers and friends were all doing it. I was the good girl. I was tired of being the responsible one. I wanted to have some fun.
I did what came naturally. I leaned forward and kissed him. I forced my tongue into his mouth and opened my own mouth wide. It was a wild dueling of tongues and teeth. The initial kiss had been hot. This kiss made my toes curl and overheated my blood. I could feel heat pumping through me, sending fiery-hot liquid between my legs.
He got to his feet, bending forward and keeping his mouth sealed to mine. He pulled me up and jerked my body against his. My chest heaved against his. I let my own hands slide down his back. I kneaded and pulled against him until I had his ass clenched tight in my hands. I swallowed the groan that escaped his throat and rubbed myself against him.
“I want you,” he breathed.
“Take me.”
He growled and reached his hands under my ass, lifting me against him. I wrapped my legs around him, rubbing my core against the hardness I felt under his pants. I moaned, lifting myself and sliding down as I mimicked what I was hoping we could do without clothes.
He began to move, navigating around the furniture in his small apartment until I heard a door slam against a wall. I didn’t look behind me. I trusted him. He lowered me to my feet, letting me slide down his body until I was touching the floor, and yet, I was still leaned against him. His hands slid between us and deftly unbuttoned my blouse with a skill that had to have come from a lot of practice. I didn’t let myself think about that.
“You’ve been teasing me with this bra,” he whispered.
He stepped back with one hand cupping my breast and the other gliding over the lace that covered one mound. He bent forward and kissed my nipple straining against the fabric before he sucked it between his teeth. I groaned and arched into him.
With the same practiced skill he used to undo my blouse, his hand reached behind me and flicked open the bra. A moment later, he was peeling off the blouse and bra and letting them fall to the floor.
I grabbed him by the waistband and jerked him against me. A short grunt followed by him slamming his mouth over mine followed. He backed me up and then shoved me backward. I stumbled and fell onto his bed. He was immediately over me. I quickly worked at the button and zipper of his pants. I was just as frantic as he was. I pushed his pants down as far as I