Merger to Marriage (Boardrooms and Billi - By Addison Fox Page 0,5

ply her with one hand, he leaned forward, grasping her waist to draw her close so he could take a nipple into his mouth. The hard bead of her nipple rested on his tongue and he tightened his arm on her back, pulling her even closer, the need to give her pleasure at the forefront of his thoughts.

Moment after moment spun out in an erotic give and take as her fingers twisted in his hair. He used his free hand to drag one of her legs up toward him and pressed himself against the apex of her thighs. The wet heat of her scorched him through his slacks, and he pressed himself against her, desperate for the promise of her body.

“I need to feel you,” she moaned against his ear before taking the lobe with a quick nip of teeth. “And I want to see you.”

Her fingers dragged his dress shirt from his slacks and he stepped back to allow her access. With nimble fingers, she undid the buttons in rapid succession, drawing the shirt off, then reaching for his T-shirt. That followed in quick succession, and once he was free of the garments, he felt her hands as they smoothed over his shoulders, then around to his back.

“Wow. Who knew businessmen could have a set of shoulders like these.”

“I’m entitled to a few secrets.”

“As long as you let me in on them.”

Her words registered in the back of his mind. He did have secrets. Things he shared with no one.

“Holt?” Her question balanced delicately in the moment. “Are you all right?”

Unwilling to ruin the moment with useless history, he pasted on a broad smile. “I’m fine, baby. Just fine.”

Before she could reply or call him on his bluff, he walked her backward across the room until they fell onto the large king-sized bed. “Let me show you just how fine.”

…

Mayson breathed a small sigh of relief as he stretched over her. He’d made quick work of his slacks and briefs, and she had a sense her eyes were glazing over at his impressive form. She fought to keep the moment light, but couldn’t quite banish the memory of his bleak gaze. What had intruded on their moment? Was it the mention of secrets?

A small kernel of guilt lodged under her skin and she fought to ignore it. They barely knew each other. If he had a few secrets of his own, he was entitled to them. Assuming he didn’t have a wife or girlfriend.

Wait…

“Are you married?”

“Am I what?”

He levered up onto his forearms at her words, his back going stiff.

“Are you married? Or in a relationship?”

“No on both counts.”

“Good.”

Now that the moment had broken, his gaze sharpened, the haze of pleasure rapidly fading. “What prompted that question?”

“You got all squinty and weirdly quiet a few moments ago.”

“Squinty?”

“Yes.” She tried to shift from underneath him, but he held her immobile with his body. “Just like you are now.”

“Maybe I was thinking about where I put the condoms. And then I thought about if you’d be mad I had them with me.”

“Oh.”

“Or maybe I wanted to make sure you weren’t regretting this.”

“Am I acting like I regret this?”

“You might.”

She ran one finger over the thick muscles of his shoulder. “I won’t.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure. Now where are those condoms?”

He glanced toward the floor. “In my wallet.”

“Then I suggest you get them.”

His mouth came down on hers. “In a minute. I’m not quite finished with what I was working on.” The soft pressure of his lips gave way to his tongue as he explored the interior of her mouth.

Mayson allowed him entrance and gloried in the firm slide of his tongue against hers, the erotic in-and-out pressure that mimicked what was to come.

God, had she ever been kissed so thoroughly?

She wrapped her arms around his back, tracing her fingers up and down the long length of his spinal cord before moving over the hard globes of his ass. Her half-whispered joke from earlier, questioning where he got such a great body, was just that—half a joke.

He was beautiful.

Long, tight ropes of muscle played under his skin, and each exploration of her hands took her breath away.

To think that, for tonight, he was hers.

Nothing could interfere in the moment and nothing could take this away. For the first time in a long time, Mayson took what she wanted for herself. The feeling was heady and glorious and she exulted in the sensation, taking simple joy from the moment. And if guilt edged the joy