A Clandestine Corporate Affair - By Michelle Celmer Page 0,26
the second I touch you, you’re going to come.” As if to prove his point, he slid his hand down her stomach, dipping his fingers an inch or so under the waist of her panties. She bit her lip to keep from moaning, digging her nails into his shoulders, but his smug smile said she wasn’t fooling him.
“Well what do you expect after three hours of foreplay?” she said.
He laughed. “It hasn’t been three hours.”
It sure felt like it. He didn’t seem to understand that most men pretty much grew bored with the foreplay after five minutes. Nathan, on the other hand, seemed to be going for some sort of world record.
“I’d just like to make this last,” he said.
“Did I mention that it’s been eighteen months? Honestly, I think I’ve waited long enough.”
His eyes locked on hers, and he slid his hand inside her panties again. The second his fingers dipped into her slippery heat she was out on the ledge and ready to fall over. She just needed one little push….
“Not yet,” Nathan whispered, pulling his hand away. She groaned in protest. He sat up and tugged her panties off, and she nearly sobbed, she was so ready. Pushing her thighs apart, he knelt between them. He wrapped his hands around her ankles and slowly slid them upward, dipping in to caress the backs of her knees, then higher still, easing her thighs wider. With the pads of his thumbs he grazed the crease where her thigh met her body, then he dipped inward…
She was so close…falling over…
He pressed her legs apart, lowered his head…she felt his warm breath…the wet heat of his tongue…
Her body locked in a pleasure so intense, so beautiful and perfect that a sob bubbled up from her throat. Only when she saw Nathan gazing down at her, brow furrowed with worry, did she realize that tears were leaking from her eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. “No, it was perfect.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
She sniffled and wiped at her eyes. “Nothing. I think it was just really intense. Maybe because it’s been so long. Like a huge emotional release, or something.”
He didn’t look as though he believed her. “Maybe we should stop.”
He was going to back out now? Seriously? “I don’t want to stop. I’m fine.”
He sat back on his heels. “You don’t look fine.”
She pushed herself up, leveled her eyes on him, so he would know she was serious. “Let’s put it this way. If you don’t make love to me right now, I’ll have to hurt you.”
Nathan would have had to be a total moron not to realize that Ana was feeling emotional and vulnerable. She was crying, for God’s sake. They’d had some pretty intense sex in the past and she’d never burst into tears. And maybe it meant he was a heartless bastard, but he was having a tough time telling her no. Or maybe it was just really hard to think straight with Ana sliding her hand inside his boxers.
“I want you, Nathan,” Ana whispered, rising up on her knees beside him, and when she kissed him, she tasted salty, like tears. Despite that, he didn’t try to stop her when she pushed him back onto the blanket. Maybe it was wrong, but for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel like he had to be the good guy. The responsible, respectable, never-let-your-emotions-get-away-from-you guy. Being with Ana made him want to feel.
It always had.
Which gave this the potential not only to become very complicated, but dangerous, too. Because lately, the self-imposed numbness just wasn’t cutting it. And when Ana grasped his erection, slowly stroking him, he sure as hell didn’t feel numb. Words could not adequately describe how damned fantastic it felt.
“So, what’s it going to be?” she said, looking anything but vulnerable. “Sex, or potential physical trauma?”
Concise and to the point. He’d always liked that about her. When it came to feeling things, Ana had never been one to hold back. She hadn’t been afraid to put herself out there. He wouldn’t deny that at times it had scared the hell out of him. But at least with her he always knew where he stood. She didn’t manipulate or play games. And only because she seemed to know exactly what she wanted now would he let this happen.
He reached over and tugged his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans, fishing out a condom. She snatched it away from