Slow Heat
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She swallowed hard and stared up at him. “I can’t get enough of you. I wanted to but I can’t.”
He closed his eyes for a beat and then scooped her up. Turning with her in his arms, he swiped an arm across his desk, sending everything flying to the floor.
She nearly had a mini-O on the spot.
At the whimpering sound she made, his gaze turned to her, hot. Hungry. He set her on the desk, pushed her legs apart, and stepped in between them. He stripped off her jacket. Her shirt and bra took even less time, and he shook his head.
“What?” she asked, lifting her hands to cover herself.
He caught her hands in his and held them out to her sides. “I thought maybe I made some of this up in my head,” he murmured.
“Some of what?”
“How beautiful you are.” He shook his head again. “I didn’t. You undo me, Bailey.” And then, still holding her hands in his, he kissed his way down her body, paying special homage to each spot. When he licked her nipple before very gently biting down, she barely held back a cry for more. Needing a handhold, she sank her fingers into his hair, holding him to her as he sucked her into his mouth. She tried to squeeze her legs together to alleviate some of the ache between them, but he stood in the V of her thighs, holding her spread open. He rocked into her, pressing into her right where she ached the most.
Not wanting to be a slouch, she shoved his shirt up and undid the button on his ski pants.
And then the zipper.
Their gazes met.
“Condom,” she whispered.
He pulled one from somewhere just as a sudden and firm pounding at the door had her nearly jerking out of her skin.
“Hud!” A woman’s voice came through the wood, sounding stressed. “Half your guys screwed up their time cards again!”
Hud lifted his head from Bailey’s breast and gave her a slow headshake. He wasn’t going to fix the time card problem, at least not right now. And then he went back to driving her crazy with that tongue. When she gasped again, he reached up and covered her mouth.
Right. Quiet.
But how was she supposed to be quiet? Especially when—oh, sweet baby Jesus—he crouched low, undid her ski boot, and slipped it off, careful to set it on the floor instead of letting it hit with a thunk. Then he lifted his head and met her gaze. His head was level with her crotch.
It was a shockingly intimate position and her body liked it.
A lot.
He did the same for boot number two and then unbuttoned and unzipped her ski pants, and he wasn’t nearly as slow as she had been. In two seconds she was sitting on his desk in nothing but her leopard-print bikini panties.
Chapter 20
Hottest sight Hud had ever seen. Fantasies set aside, he’d never had a woman sitting on his desk in just her panties before. And that this was Bailey… damn. Better than any dream. Better than any of his wildest dreams.
“Your turn,” she whispered, and slid her hands into his pants to lower them to his thighs. He expected a reaction from her but he didn’t expect her to freeze in shock.
Which was when he remembered—he was wearing the Big Dog briefs from Aidan, the ones with the words CHOKING HAZARD written in bold block letters down the fly.
Jesus.
She blinked and then read the words to herself. He knew this because he watched her lips move and form the words choking hazard. She then made a rough sound that please God was a laugh and not a horrified sob and covered her mouth with her hand.
“Fucking Aidan,” he muttered.
She made the sound again and yeah, it was most definitely a laugh. He looked into her smiling eyes. “You think this is funny?”
Hand still on her mouth, she nodded.
He blew out a mock sigh, but God he loved her smile and her laugh. “Not exactly the mood I was hoping to set here, Bay.”
She dropped her hand and gave him a look from beneath her lashes. “You set the mood just fine.” And then she slid off his desk to her knees on the floor in front of him. Her mouth headed south down his abs. When the briefs impeded the process, she tugged them out of her way.
He sucked in a breath and tipped his head down to make sure this was still Bailey because the whole thing felt surreal. His Bailey was sweet and maybe even a little introverted. Hell, she still blushed when he kissed her. She wasn’t a woman who—in his office, no less—would drop to her knees in nothing but skimpy panties and—“Oh, Christ.”
She pressed a hot kiss about an inch to the right of where he really wanted her and then slid her gaze up at him and smiled.
“You like this?” she whispered. Not being coy, genuinely wanting to make sure.
In spite of himself he let out a rough laugh. “Keep that up and you’ll see just how much in about sixty seconds,” he managed.
Her grin widened.
“I’m just amusing you all over the place today,” he said.
“Maybe I just like the idea of making a big, tough guy weak in the knees with nothing more than a kiss.”
He didn’t tell her that she’d made him weak in the knees from their very first moment together, with one wide-eyed look on the top of the mountain.
She slid her hands up his thighs, licked her lips, and then licked him—
“Hud!” someone yelled through the door. Aidan, this time. “A surprise storm’s moving in by nightfall.”
Used to people pounding on his door day and night, Hud didn’t so much as flinch. But Bailey—her mouth on her admittedly favorite part of his anatomy—nearly went through the roof.
Ignoring Aidan outside the door, Hud pulled Bailey back up. “When I die,” he whispered against her lips, “I want to go just like that, with your mouth on me.”
She smiled and kissed him deep and hot, and from very, very far away he heard his brother mutter “shit” through the door.
Hud didn’t respond. Instead he kissed Bailey, his hands slipping into the back of her panties, feeling nothing but smooth, velvet-soft ass. Cupping a cheek in each hand, he lifted her back up to his desk and pressed his hips hard into hers.
Her eyes were worried. “But people keep coming—”
“The next person to come is going to be you,” he said. He dropped to his knees then and hooked his fingers into the lace on her hips. “Lift up, Bailey.”
“Um,” she said even as she lifted up for him.
He slowly slid her panties down her legs and then held those legs open with his shoulders.
He lifted his head from the gorgeous sight of her all soft and wet. Very wet. “Okay?”
She bit her lower lip. “I don’t know yet.”
He leaned in and kissed her inner thigh. “You just let me know when.”
Eyes wide, she nodded slowly, clearly unsure. So he bent his head and did his best to make her very, very sure.
It took less than three minutes, and by the end of those three minutes she’d squeezed his head between her thighs like a grape, sunk her fingers into his hair, and nearly made him bald.
He’d loved every second.
She was still panting when he rose up to his feet. She stared up at him in dazed shock. “I liked that.”
He grinned. “I know.”
“No, I mean I really liked that,” she said. “We need to do that again.”
“Yes. After this.” He pulled her off the desk and then turned her to face it. “Bend over,” he murmured, pressing the front of his body to the back of hers and running his hands down her arms. He used his fingers to guide her palms flat to his desk so that her ass pressed into his groin.
He closed his eyes for a beat and then scooped her up. Turning with her in his arms, he swiped an arm across his desk, sending everything flying to the floor.
She nearly had a mini-O on the spot.
At the whimpering sound she made, his gaze turned to her, hot. Hungry. He set her on the desk, pushed her legs apart, and stepped in between them. He stripped off her jacket. Her shirt and bra took even less time, and he shook his head.
“What?” she asked, lifting her hands to cover herself.
He caught her hands in his and held them out to her sides. “I thought maybe I made some of this up in my head,” he murmured.
“Some of what?”
“How beautiful you are.” He shook his head again. “I didn’t. You undo me, Bailey.” And then, still holding her hands in his, he kissed his way down her body, paying special homage to each spot. When he licked her nipple before very gently biting down, she barely held back a cry for more. Needing a handhold, she sank her fingers into his hair, holding him to her as he sucked her into his mouth. She tried to squeeze her legs together to alleviate some of the ache between them, but he stood in the V of her thighs, holding her spread open. He rocked into her, pressing into her right where she ached the most.
Not wanting to be a slouch, she shoved his shirt up and undid the button on his ski pants.
And then the zipper.
Their gazes met.
“Condom,” she whispered.
He pulled one from somewhere just as a sudden and firm pounding at the door had her nearly jerking out of her skin.
“Hud!” A woman’s voice came through the wood, sounding stressed. “Half your guys screwed up their time cards again!”
Hud lifted his head from Bailey’s breast and gave her a slow headshake. He wasn’t going to fix the time card problem, at least not right now. And then he went back to driving her crazy with that tongue. When she gasped again, he reached up and covered her mouth.
Right. Quiet.
But how was she supposed to be quiet? Especially when—oh, sweet baby Jesus—he crouched low, undid her ski boot, and slipped it off, careful to set it on the floor instead of letting it hit with a thunk. Then he lifted his head and met her gaze. His head was level with her crotch.
It was a shockingly intimate position and her body liked it.
A lot.
He did the same for boot number two and then unbuttoned and unzipped her ski pants, and he wasn’t nearly as slow as she had been. In two seconds she was sitting on his desk in nothing but her leopard-print bikini panties.
Chapter 20
Hottest sight Hud had ever seen. Fantasies set aside, he’d never had a woman sitting on his desk in just her panties before. And that this was Bailey… damn. Better than any dream. Better than any of his wildest dreams.
“Your turn,” she whispered, and slid her hands into his pants to lower them to his thighs. He expected a reaction from her but he didn’t expect her to freeze in shock.
Which was when he remembered—he was wearing the Big Dog briefs from Aidan, the ones with the words CHOKING HAZARD written in bold block letters down the fly.
Jesus.
She blinked and then read the words to herself. He knew this because he watched her lips move and form the words choking hazard. She then made a rough sound that please God was a laugh and not a horrified sob and covered her mouth with her hand.
“Fucking Aidan,” he muttered.
She made the sound again and yeah, it was most definitely a laugh. He looked into her smiling eyes. “You think this is funny?”
Hand still on her mouth, she nodded.
He blew out a mock sigh, but God he loved her smile and her laugh. “Not exactly the mood I was hoping to set here, Bay.”
She dropped her hand and gave him a look from beneath her lashes. “You set the mood just fine.” And then she slid off his desk to her knees on the floor in front of him. Her mouth headed south down his abs. When the briefs impeded the process, she tugged them out of her way.
He sucked in a breath and tipped his head down to make sure this was still Bailey because the whole thing felt surreal. His Bailey was sweet and maybe even a little introverted. Hell, she still blushed when he kissed her. She wasn’t a woman who—in his office, no less—would drop to her knees in nothing but skimpy panties and—“Oh, Christ.”
She pressed a hot kiss about an inch to the right of where he really wanted her and then slid her gaze up at him and smiled.
“You like this?” she whispered. Not being coy, genuinely wanting to make sure.
In spite of himself he let out a rough laugh. “Keep that up and you’ll see just how much in about sixty seconds,” he managed.
Her grin widened.
“I’m just amusing you all over the place today,” he said.
“Maybe I just like the idea of making a big, tough guy weak in the knees with nothing more than a kiss.”
He didn’t tell her that she’d made him weak in the knees from their very first moment together, with one wide-eyed look on the top of the mountain.
She slid her hands up his thighs, licked her lips, and then licked him—
“Hud!” someone yelled through the door. Aidan, this time. “A surprise storm’s moving in by nightfall.”
Used to people pounding on his door day and night, Hud didn’t so much as flinch. But Bailey—her mouth on her admittedly favorite part of his anatomy—nearly went through the roof.
Ignoring Aidan outside the door, Hud pulled Bailey back up. “When I die,” he whispered against her lips, “I want to go just like that, with your mouth on me.”
She smiled and kissed him deep and hot, and from very, very far away he heard his brother mutter “shit” through the door.
Hud didn’t respond. Instead he kissed Bailey, his hands slipping into the back of her panties, feeling nothing but smooth, velvet-soft ass. Cupping a cheek in each hand, he lifted her back up to his desk and pressed his hips hard into hers.
Her eyes were worried. “But people keep coming—”
“The next person to come is going to be you,” he said. He dropped to his knees then and hooked his fingers into the lace on her hips. “Lift up, Bailey.”
“Um,” she said even as she lifted up for him.
He slowly slid her panties down her legs and then held those legs open with his shoulders.
He lifted his head from the gorgeous sight of her all soft and wet. Very wet. “Okay?”
She bit her lower lip. “I don’t know yet.”
He leaned in and kissed her inner thigh. “You just let me know when.”
Eyes wide, she nodded slowly, clearly unsure. So he bent his head and did his best to make her very, very sure.
It took less than three minutes, and by the end of those three minutes she’d squeezed his head between her thighs like a grape, sunk her fingers into his hair, and nearly made him bald.
He’d loved every second.
She was still panting when he rose up to his feet. She stared up at him in dazed shock. “I liked that.”
He grinned. “I know.”
“No, I mean I really liked that,” she said. “We need to do that again.”
“Yes. After this.” He pulled her off the desk and then turned her to face it. “Bend over,” he murmured, pressing the front of his body to the back of hers and running his hands down her arms. He used his fingers to guide her palms flat to his desk so that her ass pressed into his groin.
