After Hours. Vicki Lewis ThompsonЧитать онлайн книгу.
she’d taken them down before he arrived. And if she’d had a nameplate on her desk, that was in a drawer now, too. She didn’t want him to know who she was.
But he would find out. A woman eager for a long-awaited orgasm could be coaxed into saying all kinds of things. He would learn all he needed to learn.
So the diplomas were gone, but an impressionistic watercolor hung above the chairs. Its undulating curves and pink tones might look like nothing to the casual observer, but Shane decided the picture was definitely about sex.
“Do you like that?” she asked softly.
He decided to test her. “What’s it supposed to be?”
“The title is ‘Shades of Pink.’ I bought it at an art fair. I suppose you can interpret it any way you want to.”
“And how do you interpret it?”
She glanced at him. “I’ve…always thought it looked like a depiction of…an orgasm.” She swallowed. “I’ve never told anyone that,” she added quickly. “And it probably isn’t at all, but I—”
“You hung it on the wall because you liked that interpretation.” It wasn’t a question.
“I guess so. Yes.”
He took another step toward her. “That’s what tonight is all about, being sexually honest, maybe for the first time in our lives.”
Her breathing quickened. “Yes.”
“I’ll start. I’ve never been so turned on by a woman, or by the thought of having sex. I want to take you right now. I want to shove your skirt to your waist, unzip my jeans and brace you against that desk. I want to rip apart whatever lacy underwear is between us and shove deep.”
She gasped.
“Am I shocking you?”
“No.” She struggled for breath. “No. That’s…that’s what I want, too.”
He wondered just how much of a risk taker she was. “You’d be a damned fool to let me, with no protection in sight.”
Slowly she stretched her hand toward him, her fingers closed. When she opened them, a square packet lay in her palm.
He gazed at the condom and then looked into her eyes.
Her voice vibrated, almost like a cat’s purr. “Be my guest.”
Desire gusted through him with enough force to leave him shaking. He waited for the tremors to pass. Then he cupped her soft hand in his and lifted it, condom and all, to his lips.
First he kissed the tip of each manicured finger. Now it was her turn to quiver. Next he sucked gently on the end of her fingers, all the while watching her eyes.
Her lashes fluttered closed, and her breathing grew more ragged. “I thought…you wanted to…take me quickly.”
“I do.” He closed her damp fingers over the condom. “But I plan to take you slowly.” He unfastened the pearl button at her cuff and edged the white linen to her elbow. Then he dropped kisses on the faint blue vein at her pulse. “Fast and hard is good, but slow and seductive is better. I’ll let you hold the condom until I’m ready for it.”
Her lashes lifted to reveal blue eyes stormy with passion. “What if…I’m ready now?”
“If you think you’re ready now…” He released her hand and reached for her other one. “Just think how ready you’ll be in a little while.”
Reaction flared in her eyes.
“Good.” He smiled as he unfastened the second cuff. “Now you’re imagining the possibilities.” If he had only one chance to make an impression, he would make it a beauty.
Maintaining some distance between them, he started undoing the buttons down the front of her blouse. “Have you ever been naked in this office?”
She drew in a breath. “No.”
“Ever had sex here?” He pulled the unbuttoned blouse from the waist of her skirt and opened it to reveal the sweetest breasts ever molded by lace and underwire.
“No.”
So lawyer-boy hadn’t tapped into this particular fantasy. How could she possibly think the guy currently in Switzerland was Mr. Right? “Tonight I want both.” He slipped the blouse off her shoulders and tossed it over the papers piled on her desk. “There’s something about being naked in a place where people usually wear business suits.”
Her voice curled around him like smoke. “It seems unreal that I’ll be back to work as usual here tomorrow.”
“Uh-huh.” He unfastened the front hook of her bra. “I want you to think about this all day tomorrow.”
She shivered. “I will.”
He guided the bra straps down her arms. He’d meant to throw the bra on top of her blouse, but he became mesmerized by the sight of her breasts and the bra dropped from his fingers to the floor.
She’d spent time in the sun this summer. Golden skin gave way to cream where the bikini had barely covered her rosy nipples. Their taut promise invited the brush of his fingers. Somehow he found the strength to resist.
“Don’t you…want to touch me?”
“Oh, yes. Very much. But not yet.” He had a hunch that the boyfriend was predictable, so he would work not to be. Most any man when confronted with breasts like hers would dive in with pure joy. He would hold back and finish undressing this goddess. When she could hardly stand the suspense another second, he would begin to touch her.
He found the back zipper of her skirt and drew it down until the skirt slipped easily to the floor. His erection strained against his briefs as he gazed at the white lace garter belt holding up her navy stockings. It was as if she’d dressed this morning with him in mind. At every turn, she revealed more of the woman he’d been waiting to find.
She stepped out of her skirt and kicked it gently to one side. “Are you going to be naked, too?” she murmured.
He forced his attention from the garter belt and what lay beneath it so that he could look into her eyes. “Would you like that? Or do you want—”
“Yes. Take off your shirt.”
Wordlessly he pulled it over his head and dropped it to the carpet.
“You look strong.”
“Strong enough for what I have in mind for tonight.” Holding her gaze, he knelt in front of her and ran both hands down the silky length of her leg. She was warm and quivering beneath his touch, and the scent of temptation drifted from between her thighs. Gently he eased off one of her shoes and caressed the sole of her foot.
She moaned. “I want you.”
“I know.” Unfastening her stocking, he leaned forward to flick his tongue over the bare skin of her leg as he rolled the stocking down her thigh and over her knee.
She trembled. “I want…”
“What?” he whispered, running his hands down her other leg and slipping off the second shoe.
“I want you to…”
“Tell me. Tell me your secrets.” The mounting tension made him fumble taking off the other stocking. His tongue seemed to sizzle against her trembling thigh.
“Make me come.”
His heartbeat thundered in his ears. “And how would you like me to do that?”
She cupped the back of his head and guided him to the triangle of lace and silk nestled below the garter belt. Her plea was low and urgent. “With your tongue…please…I can’t wait….”
As if he could resist, once he was this close and surrounded by her scent. His mouth watered. “When