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Yeah, this woman was going to be the death of him, Stefan thought. No matter how many times he touched her, he couldn't seem to get his fill.
He slid his right arm around her, his palm on the small of her back, pressing her closer. She shuddered at the contact, leaning against him more fully, and his body went hotter and harder. She was everything he liked and he dropped his head, and captured her mouth again with his.
She tasted so good and he had to have more. He parted her lips, tongue stroking her soft mouth, and then inside of her mouth, showing her just what he wanted to do to her body. Love it. Taste it. Devour it.
She whimpered and pressed closer. He stroked up her back, his hand sliding under her hair to her soft nape, his palm cupping the back of her head, fingers pressing against her scalp. The kiss was hot and hungry, full of weeks of pent-up desire. She looked like an angel but kissed like sin and he didn’t think he’d ever get enough of her.
Alana stood on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around his neck. He walked her backward until the back of her thighs were against his huge desk, the better to lean into her body, the better for creating pressure and friction. She must have liked the pressure of his erection against his thighs because she whimpered and shifted her hips, trying to capture more sensation. The sexy shift of her hips made him harden further. If she wanted pleasure, he knew just how to deliver.
He broke off the kiss, stared down into her lovely eyes, eyes cloudy with passion and the sweet heat of their kiss, and said, “When can we get enough time to ourselves to go out on a proper date?
She shook her head, “I don't know, but it can be arranged,” she said.
Stefan smiled at her, then to her disappointment moved away. “Stefan…” she called, but he'd only gone to lock the door and now he was heading back to her. He undid his tie and tossed it over the far side of the desk. She stood absolutely still as he began to undo the buttons of his shirt, until finally she got her voice to work. “What are you doing?”
“Taking off my clothes.” He shrugged his shirt off. “Don’t worry. No one is coming to disturb us,”
His hands had undone his belt. In a second he was stepping out of his trousers. Then his fingers went to the waistband of his boxers.
“I can't believe we're about to do this. How scandalous,” she croaked, a feeble attempt at a joke.
Stefan didn't respond. He just pushed his boxers all the way down. And then he was there, bold, proud and big. She blinked as he stepped closer and he took her face in his hands, lifting it so she looked back into his eyes.
Gently, he took possession of her mouth, then swept into her. And even though she was clothed, and he was naked, she was the one utterly bared. His hands slid up into her hair, freeing it from the clip so it tumbled down. She shifted on the desk, sweltering.
His fingers combed the length of her hair and then dropped. Slowly he undid one button of her shirt, and then he kissed the small vee of skin he’d just exposed, then he moved to the next one until finally he pushed the halves apart, slipped his fingers around her back and unclasped her bra, letting the cups fall down. They both looked at her nipples—hard and straining towards him.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Alana,” He touched her so slowly, spanning his hand below her ribcage and smoothing his way up to the soft globes and their hard buds.
As she sat with the sleeves of her shirt pushed down to her elbows, her bra hanging loose at her waist, her head felt heavy as she watched him tease and taste her. She’d never known it could be possible to be so close to orgasm just by having him caress her breasts like this. She wondered if they’d ever make it to sex.
“In a minute,” he muttered. She must have asked aloud.
He stood back a fraction and tugged the sleeves of her shirt from her arms, letting it fall to the floor.
He unzipped her skirt and she wriggled so he could pull both it and her knickers off. The desk was cold on her bare bottom. His hands skimmed her sides, gently teasing up and down as he kissed her more, and then they took hold of her waist, pulling her right to the edge of the desk, spread her knees so he could step between them and their chests met. Skin against skin. She shuddered.
As he took her mouth in a deep kiss his fingers delved, gently exploring. He lifted his head and smiled like a wolf. “Hot and wet.”
She was consumed with heat and want—and then he did give her just a little of what she wanted. Just one finger first, sliding into her silk, before he withdrew and suddenly plunged two while his thumb gently worked that spot just above.
“Oh. Stefan…” She shuddered as the orgasm crashed over her. “Oh, no.”
“Enjoy it,” he muttered, nuzzling her breasts. “We’ll make more. We’ll make lots more.”
He held her, hands stroking as she recovered and then realised she was still hungry. She looked up at him; the angles of his face seemed to sharpen as he read her expression.
He took her hands in each of his and placed them flat on the desk just behind her so she was leaning slightly back.
“Watch.” He said huskily.
She looked down her length. Saw the broad, blunt head of his erection jutting up towards her. He tilted her back a bit more and pushed her knees wider apart. She was shaking, so exposed, yet so excited. He held his shaft and rubbed against the heart of her. She gasped. Was it possible to die of excitement? If so such a demise was a serious threat now. So hot.
There was no hiding demurely beneath a sheet with Stefan. It was always so raw, smouldering sensuality and they were facing it full on, fully focused. Their eyes met. Hers felt huge, as if she’d been drugged.
“Watch,” he commanded again.