"Drive me crazy, Ria." He smiled against her neck as his fingers slid beneath the material of her panties, followed the small strap between the cleft of her rear until he came to the aching center of her body. "You have my permission."
"You're already crazy," she panted.
She couldn't seem to draw in enough air, couldn't seem to find her balance as she felt him work the tip of his finger inside her.
Ria gasped, arched her back and felt her juices building between her thighs with his touch. She couldn't get enough of him. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't sate herself with his touch.
"Only you have ever made me this kind of crazy, Ria."
But another woman had made him another kind of crazy. The kind of crazy that had nearly destroyed him. The kind that had made him kill with his bare hands when he had lost her.
"Do you think I'd be any different if I lost you?" His voice was suddenly savage at her ear, anger pulsing in his voice. "I can feel your pain, Ria, and I know what the hell you're thinking." He released her, letting her go so quickly she nearly swayed without the support of his body.
"You don't know what I'm thinking." She shook her head, keeping her back to him as she fought to clear her expression.
"I can feel how bad you hurt," he snarled behind her. "I can smell your pain and it tears through me like a blade."
She turned back to him, watching him as he pushed his fingers through his hair before glaring back at her.
"I'll get a handle on it." She moved back to her chair shakily. "It's not you, Mercury, it's me."
It was that vague feeling of panic moving inside her. The panic she had felt as a child when her mother was late. The panic she had felt before Dane arrived to take her from a foster family, to move her to another. It was the panic she felt each time someone walked away from her.
She knew what was coming. She was going to lose him.
She looked back at him, watching as his features tightened, making him look more powerful, more sensually dangerous.
A second later he was moving behind her desk. He pulled her chair around and knelt before her. She didn't know what she'd expected, but she hadn't expected his hands to grip her hips, and she hadn't expected to find her skirt around her hips so quickly she couldn't combat it.
And then she didn't want to combat it.
She drew in a harsh breath as he kissed the sensitive mound beneath her panties, as she stared at his large body bending to her, lifting her legs to his shoulders while his lips moved over the wet silk of her panties.
"The smell of your need is driving me crazy. I've never smelled another woman's lust like this. Subtle and wild, reaching into me and shredding my control."
She stared down at him in shock as he lifted her leg, his eyes staring back at her from beneath lowered lashes, as he pulled her shoe from her foot, tossed it to the side and propped her foot on the edge of the desk beside her.
"I love these stockings." He kissed the bare flesh above the lacy top of the silk stockings.
"You're depraved." She sighed, and it wasn't a protest. It was a sigh of complete approval.
She didn't think she had ever felt naughtier, or more female than she did right now. She should have been embarrassed. She should have felt at least a hint of hesitancy, spread open for him like this, her foot on the desk, blatantly wet and eager.
"The door." She swallowed tightly.
"Locked," he growled, lifting her other leg over the padded arm of the chair. "Camera's covered, and you're sweet and wet for me. I'm going to eat you like candy, Ria. Right here. Just like my own little treat."
He pulled her panties to the side, growled and licked through the saturated slit, with a slow, easy stroke of his tongue that was just a little bit raspy, a whole lot exciting.
"I love these curls." He rubbed his lips against the damp curls, blew against them, and Ria had to bite back the moan threatening to fall from her lips. "They're so wet, so soft against my lips."
He blew against them again, creating a subtle caress that had her clit swelling, aching. When he moved again, it was to lick her again. A slow stroke of his tongue from her entrance to the swollen bud, her clit. A rasp of extrasensory pleasure from his tongue as her hands gripped his hair and that moan she was trying so hard to hold back whispered from her lips.
She had to be careful. Oh Lord, if she started screaming here, then every Breed in the house was going to hear her.
Did she care if every Breed in the house heard her? It felt so good. Her head rolled against the back of the chair as she fought back a cry. She couldn't cry out.
She whimpered. She bit her lip. She slapped her hands to the arms of the chair and clenched, then slid her fingers back into his hair and clenched again.