“You weren’t so bad yourself.” Her perfume is still poisoning me. The closer she gets, intending to pick up some folders off the table, the more I am tempted to look at the bend of her hips and the soft flesh poking from her skirt. I feel like Ken Andrews being taunted by his wife during his introductions. “I mean… I don’t often get to see that side of you.”
She stands, lips drawn back in a mischievous smile that starts to drive me wild. “You’ll see a lot more of it once they choose my project to start things off with.”
Shit. She does remember.
“Yeah… can I talk to you about that?” I put a hand on her arm to get her attention. Just a friendly gesture to anyone looking. But Kathryn looks down at my hand as if I’m biting her.
I could, you know.
“Don’t know if now’s the time.”
I made a grave mistake in touching her, because now everything south of the border is charged in electricity. My thighs have that familiar heat to them. Heat that says fuck this woman.
Great. Great.
Usually I don’t fall prey to my own instincts like this. Normally I’m a calm and collected man who waits until the door closes before I succumb to my basic, carnal instincts.
Usually, okay?
Yet there’s something about Kathryn that makes me sweat. Having sex with her only made things worse. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be in this situation. Sure, I would still be curious, but I doubt I would feel this driving, pulsing need to feel her all over again. I’ve tortured myself by having carnal knowledge of her. Her body begs me to take her again. Does she know that in her head? If she does, she’s not really letting on.
I’ll find out. I have to.
“Let’s find some privacy,” I say, attempting to guide her away from the fray of people.
She follows, unsure, I let go of her arm once I’m sure I have her in my web. It would look weird if I’m hauling her off to an empty room upstairs.
We have to talk. I need to talk.
Except it’s not talking I do once we’re upstairs in a hallway. It’s not a single word I utter once I find an empty room, full of overturned chairs and a table pushed against the wall.
I use my mouth a lot. But not to talk.
Chapter 17
IAN
“Ian!” Kathryn’s shock is palpable, as if I can touch it beneath her skin as I push her up against the wall and kiss her.
Hesitating, I wait for her to say no. To push me away. I wait. I hear nothing but the beating of my own heart and the breaths rushing out of her throat. I feel nothing but the heat of her skin and my blasted cock straining against my pants.
She’s hesitating too. I can sense it within her. Oh, she wants me back as much as I want her. Kathryn just wasn’t planning on us doing it right now.
You don’t know how happy I am when she kisses me back, her hands clutching my face and the rest of her body inching closer to mine, famished and needy.
Oh, fuck.
There’s nothing glamorous, nothing romantic about what we do. I’m lifting her onto the table, pushing that skirt as high as it will go while she rips open my shirt, one button popping off and falling to the floor. I don’t give a fuck. She can destroy my shirt for all I care. All I care about is sinking my hand into her heat and feeling how aroused I’ve already made her.
Ha! Already? She’s probably been wanting this as much as I have. I don’t often read women the wrong way. Just because Kathryn and I aren’t compatible as romantic partners, doesn’t mean we don’t make a helluva pair of lovers sometimes.
Yet I can’t lie. I want to yank that hair, bite that flesh, and spank her so hard that she squirms away from my cock every time I come near her – because she can’t help it. Because she needs it so badly that her body doesn’t want to let her have it. It’s one of the most exquisite reactions a Dom like me can witness, and I know I’m not going to get it right now.
Fuck I don’t fucking care I just want to fuck her.
“Katie.” I growl her beautiful name over and over, squeezing her breasts through her blouse, feeling my cock fill with blood every time she gasps. This fucking top. It was so hot watching her strut around in it earlier, but now I have no idea how to get to her tits without ruining her outfit. The best I can do is reach my hand up the bottom and claw away her bra, pinching her nipples and listening to her cry out in the most delectable pain you’ve ever heard.
“Say it again,’ she begs, and oh God do I love her begging. That little whine in her voice. Fluttering. Unwavering. “Say my name.”
I’m losing myself, but I’m still with it enough to suck on her ear, plunging my tongue deep within it, letting my voice roll off my feral tongue. “Kathryn.”
She’s shuddering. Her legs are spreading around my hips. Her moans are so simple yet lustful, and just fuck me sideways like I want to fuck her sideways, because I’m completely losing my mind listening to and feeling her come undone like this.
I nearly rip her blouse trying to tear it off her torso. Kathryn lifts her arms, letting me toss it to the side as I attack her breasts with my mouth and hands. So soft. So supple and malleable. They’re the perfect size and 100% real. I can’t get over her areolas. I can’t get over the fact that I remember a word like “areola” right now.
They’re so round. So elastic. Every time my lips tug at them they get harder, and Katie moans, her hand clutching the back of my neck and threatening to bring me closer.
Oh, I will get closer.
“I want you.” She’s not whining anymore. This is that confident woman who strutted around her presentation, cutting off testicles and mounting them on her fireplace like treasures. She’ll take mine too – but in a completely different way. “Fuck me, Ian. Fuck me right now!”
I open her legs wider, tearing away her underwear and plunging my thumb into her warmth. She’s aroused. Of course she’s aroused. She’s begging me to fuck her, and now she’s got my thumb inside her, twisting around, searching for her wetness. There’s not enough.
The table creaks as I nearly drop to my knees to fully taste her for the first time.
“Ian!” Breathy, raspy, I dunno how to describe it. My nose is so full of her scent that I can’t help but lick the length of her slit, fondling her clit with my tongue and tasting everything that is Kathryn Alison. It doesn’t take long for that sweet and bitter taste to hit my tongue.
I want more.
I want her so wet that she devours my cock. I’ve got one hand around it now as she pulls my hair. I’m eagerly stroking myself, making sure I’m good and fucking hard for her, because the wetness is washing my tongue and I know we don’t have much time.
Crazier quickies have been had in my life. Yet this is giving me such a rush that it’s all I can do to keep myself from coming right now.
Her thighs hug my face. Her hips are so solid in my hands. Everything about her body screams for me to take her. All I want is to hear her voice say it again.
“I swear to God, Ian, if you don’t fuck me right now I will scream until somebody hears.”
I want to ask her what that will accomplish, but I get the point. I kiss her thighs, her stomach, her beautiful breasts as I ascend her body and find her naughty lips.
Kathryn wraps her legs around my hips and attempts to thrust against me, but the table contains her, and for a brief moment I fully enjoy this kick-ass Domme attempting to swallow my cock with her greedy body.