“Damn, you burn me alive.” He lowered his head and let his tongue taste her collarbone, as he relished the feel of her butt in his hands.
“That’s good.” She moaned. “You burn me, too.”
He clenched his teeth as he fought to hold back now. He was not going to take her against the wall.
“Come here.” Before she could protest, he swung her up in his arms and carried her to the couch across the room.
The office was large, with his and Chase’s work centers separated by a seating and meeting center in the middle. And that was where he took her. With his lips buried against hers, his tongue stroking, licking, twining around hers, he sat back on the couch before lifting his head.
“Come here.” He lifted her until her back was to him, then, with his hand against her back, he pushed her shoulders to the cushions.
“What are you doing?” There was a hint of something in her voice now—uncertainty, and a hesitant fear of the unknown.
“I told you I was going to spank you.” He grinned as she tried to raise from the couch. “Stay still, sweetheart. I promise it will hurt so good.”
“Hurt so good? Are you crazy?” There was a hint of laughter now. He liked that laughter in her voice, that bit of playfulness that indicated her sense of adventure.
But he’d be damned if he could answer her. She was on her knees before him as he knelt behind her, the creamy cheeks of her ass displayed by the bunched material of her dark skirt. And it was a fine ass.
He ran his hand over the curves, grimacing with the need to feel her locked around his cock, milking him, pulling him inside her.
“I didn’t wear a condom last time,” he told her, his voice roughening.
She didn’t stiffen, but she stilled. “I knew that. Good thing I’m protected.” There was the lightest snap in her voice.
“I knew you were protected.” He lowered his head and laid his lips at the small of her back, feeling the little shudder that moved through her. “Medical records were part of the investigation. You use it for menstrual regulation.”
He was taunting her with his knowledge of her. Needing answers.
“Invasion of privacy.” She jerked as he cupped the heated flesh between her thighs with his hand.
She would get pissed later, he guessed, but for now . . . for now, the effect she had on him was the same for her. She needed the pleasure. Ached for it.
“You aren’t concerned about anything but birth control?” He nipped at the rounded cheek of her ass as he massaged the silken folds of her pu**y with his palm.
“With you?” She moaned as he found her swollen cl*t and rubbed it slowly. “God, Cam, don’t you think I know you would never do anything to risk hurting me?”
Now, Cam stilled. His eyes focused on the little scrap of material that bisected her rear, but something in his chest exploded out of control.
Trust. He heard it in her voice, felt it now in her body, just as he had felt it the other night. She trusted him—even now, seven years later—to protect her.
He smoothed his hand over her rear, taking in her position, her rear slightly raised, her head turned to where he could see her profile. Her face was damp with perspiration, her eyes closed, her expression twisted with pleasure, as he continued to rub against the silken vee of her thong.
He lifted his hand and lowered it against her ass. The heavy caress had her jerking, her head attempting to lift.
“Don’t move.” He pressed his hand between her shoulder blades, holding her down, pressing her to the couch.
“God, Cam.” Her voice was more moan than protest, as his hand landed again and he watched the creamy flesh blush.
It was beautiful. She was beautiful, lifting to him, her legs spreading farther, her clothing in disarray.
“I’m going to make you burn, baby,” he promised her, shifting, arranging her legs until they rested between his thighs while he knelt behind her.
He braced his foot on the floor, his knee on the other side of her legs, and lifted her h*ps farther, before delivering another heated caress.
It wasn’t really a slap. Rather, it was a series of heated caresses against tender flesh, over and over, warming her skin, awakening nerve endings and sensitizing them to a point that pleasure and pain combined and turned to ecstasy.
With each caress his own arousal grew. He could feel her twisting against the hand cupping her pu**y, grinding her cl*t against his palm, the vee of her thong dampening.