I know she’s mine before I take her lips in a gentle kiss. There is no resistance from her. She melts into me, offering her mouth, her body.
I pull her onto my lap, my fingers exploring. I’m aching to expose every inch of her skin so I can touch every part of her.
The car stops, and I release her, smoothing her hair. Her eyes stare languidly back at me, cloudy with arousal.
That’s right, baby.
“We’re here.”
She nods, still looking dazed. I place my hand on the door handle then stop and face her. “I’m sorry I didn’t call,” I say softly. “I wasn’t sure…” I swallow. I missed you, but I didn’t want to stretch our arrangement to a level of intimacy we didn’t plan.
I don’t say that. Instead, I choose a half-truth that’s far easier. “I was very busy, but I should have called.”
“Okay.”
Outside the car, I place my hand on her waist, needing even that small touch as we cross the lobby. Inside the privacy of the elevator, hunger wins out and I’m kissing her again, my senses igniting with a wild possessive desire.
She responds perfectly, moaning into my mouth and matching my need with hers.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I whisper in her ear. “Every single minute I had you in my head.”
Once the elevator arrives, and I carry her all the way into my bedroom, laying her down on the soft bed. I tear off my clothes, and she does the same with hers.
When we’re both naked, I join her on the bed. Starting from her lips, I tease her with my tongue, tracing soft licks from her mouth to her throat, then to her lovely breasts. Her skin flushes wherever I touch. I trace a path of kisses over her belly, and when I reach the juncture of her thighs, I spread her legs, eagerly tasting the sweetest parts of her.
Her helpless sounds of pleasure are like a melody I want to enjoy forever. I join my fingers to my tongue, sliding them into her. Inside, she’s hot and slick. Stroking her inner walls, I roll my tongue around her clit, intent only on her pleasure.
It doesn’t take long before she shatters in a shuddering climax.
I pull my fingers out of her body, and she starts to curl up, still shuddering, but I spread her legs, rubbing my cock against the slick entrance to her body. She looks up at me, her eyes glazed and wanting.
In a moment, babe.
I slide into her tightness and my breath leaves me. She feels so good. So fucking good. With a sigh, she reaches up to stroke my chest as I surge deep into her.
The feeling is incredible.
Her muscles clench around me as I move, and she wraps her legs around me, urging me deeper.
I can still taste her on my lips, but I want more. I want so much more. She’s moaning softly, her body arching as pleasure overtakes her. I rock into her, losing more of myself with every thrust.
We climax at the same time. Her name escapes my lips as I come. It takes a moment to catch my breath, and I cover her body with kisses before lying down beside her.
She falls asleep in my arms, and after a while I drift off too, waking up a few hours later in the middle of a nightmare. I leave Rachel in bed, careful not to wake her, and spend the rest of the night focusing my mind and my thoughts in the familiar demands of my work.
Chapter 13
“What’s the plan for today?” It’s late in the morning, and after a very interesting hour together in the shower, Rachel is cuddled against me in bed, wrapped only in a towel.
I could get used to being like this with her.
I only have a few more days.
Smiling, I drop a quick kiss on her nose. “I already said I was going to spend all day fucking you.”
She giggles, and the tiny dimple on her right cheek dances in the bedroom light. “I’d probably be dead by lunchtime—though it wouldn’t be so bad, dying of pleasure.”
“I’d probably be the one dying from trying to keep up with you.” I’ve already arranged to spend the day alone with her. I owe her that after my disappearance and the whole fiasco with Weyland last night. “After breakfast, I have a few calls to make, then we’re going out.”