Charming Co-Worker - Jeannine Colette Page 0,47
tongue sweep across my upper lip. His lips meet mine with the delicacy of an artist painting the first stroke of a masterpiece. I kiss him back, a willing muse, ready for my portrait to be complete.
I moan into his touch, and he grips me harder, bringing my body closer to his. His arms are now holding me tightly as I raise mine to his shoulders, molding my breasts against his chest and feeling his growing erection against my core.
The fire is burning beside us, but the one growing inside me is hotter, brighter. His kiss has a taste of adventure as he dives deep into my soul, making me free-fall into him. The zing in my chest rides the high, begging for more, needing him to explore me with his fervent mouth and wily hands.
His embrace is like no other because he doesn’t just hold me physically. With every groan and murmur, I also feel his passion ooze through his mind and heart.
Hunter’s hands strongly glide down the sides of my sweater dress, dancing at the hemline. I break our kiss, our foreheads pressed against each other’s, and I nod, throwing away my inhibitions and granting him permission to undress me. He takes it, lifting my dress up and over my head.
He falls to his knees and hooks his fingers into my tights, slowly dragging them down my legs. I step out of them while looking at him. His eyes are trained on mine as he leans forward and presses the softest of kisses on my belly, just above the lace of my panties and the tiny bow.
I quiver as he kisses me again, lower this time, placing the lightest of pressure just above my most sensitive spot.
My teeth are pressing hard on my lip as he rises. My brows furrow at the sheer want I have for him to get back on those knees and kiss me there some more.
He rises, looking dominant as he gazes at me like I’m his. Those caramel eyes melt as he stares at me while I stand here in lace, exposed yet not as naked as I wish to be.
I step forward and undo the buttons of his dress shirt, pushing it over his shoulders, showing off his defined chest with a sprinkling of hair over the muscle. His skin is a deep golden color with cut muscles running down his stomach.
When my hands are flat on his chest, a sharp breath escapes his mouth. I run my fingers over his pectorals, feeling every hardened plane and the light smattering of hair. He’s a real man. Not the princely type. No, this man is a king. A roguish king.
I continue my exploration of his body. The tattoo on his arm is larger than I imagined. An arrow shooting through a compass that’s facing north. It’s intricate and beautiful. Just like the man before me.
He notices me ogling his body, and it must ignite the desire inside him because he wraps his hands around the nape of my neck, pulling me close and kissing me with wild abandon.
The fire before us roars as I make quick work of removing his pants and bringing my body back against his. He’s only wearing boxer briefs, but from the feel of the steel against my core, I’d swear he was naked.
I whimper when he runs a hand over my core. I dig my nails into his biceps, clinging to him for support. He nuzzles my neck as he continues moving his hand over the lace, making me desperate and needy. My heart is beating a million miles a minute. He brings his forehead to mine, moves the fabric of my panties over, and slides a finger deep inside me.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I cry out, arching my back and letting my head fall.
His devilish lips curl into a smile against my neck. “I want to bury myself inside you.”
Hunter leads me to the floor, and I go willingly. My back is against the soft fur, but my front is covered in all man.
His hand continues to touch me in the most wicked way as he places kisses on my chest, sucking on each breast through the fabric and then working his way further down, worshipping every inch of my skin.
With each touch, I want him more.
With each kiss, my body ignites.
With each breath, I feel like I’m going to explode.
“I need you inside me.”
His hand halts. Those caramel eyes are carnal while the lines around them