Page 22 of Some Kinda Romance

His lips moved in perfect sync with my own, firm but soft, his movements sure and swift. I moaned into his mouth, dipping my head back to give him the fullest access I could. He took it without hesitation, his kisses growing deeper and more passionate as his hands moved to my hips.

He gripped them tight, guiding me around so that my ass pressed into the edge of my desk while his body sealed against my front. Sparks flew behind my eyelids, my every nerve on high alert. He kissed me just as intently as he had in my dream, but this was better.

So much better that I almost couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that it was real.

Dash lifted his hands away from my ribs, running them up and down my sides. I shivered against him, moaning softly into his mouth, and my head dropped back. He didn’t skip a beat, running his nose along the length of my throat as if he was breathing me in before he sealed his lips over my skin in a hot kiss.

Memories of the dream rushed through me again and my own hands dropped, pushing into his waistband and tugging his shirt out of it. He didn’t stop me, simply moving his torso away from my own so I could pull the fabric out of his pants completely.

I moved onto his tie next, freeing it from the loose knot and then tossing it away. Without knowing or caring where it landed, my fingers found the first plastic nub of a button and I worked it out of the hole while he finally pushed his hands in underneath the back of my own shirt.

Dragging his fingertips along my spine, he coaxed another moan out of me before a throaty chuckle escaped him. In my dream, the sound had been a clue that what was happening wasn’t real, but now, it made reality dawn that this time it was in fact happening.

Undeterred, I undid his buttons and lifted my arms when he reached for the hem of my shirt. He pulled it off in one smooth motion and threw it on the desk behind me. When the side of my hand brushed against leather, I knew I’d reached his belt. I wrapped my fingers around the open edges of his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders before wrapping my arms around his neck once more.

After kissing a path to my cleavage, he sucked my breasts into his hot, wet mouth, soaking my bra, but I didn’t mind. My nipples were rock hard and even the fabric against them made them that much more sensitive.

The next thing I knew, his hands were back on my hips and he was lifting me effortlessly, setting me down on the edge of my desk and taking another step closer. His hips were now wedged between my thighs and I could feel the outline of his cock pressing against me.

Another moan broke the silence between us, but I knew it was mine. Dash made softer, deeper sounds than I did, like he was unaware of them but the pleasure was emanating from deep within his core.

When he slid his hands up my thighs, I shuddered, aching for him and knowing that if I let him go any further than this, it was going to go all the way. And he’s the son of a client.

Gathering the last bit of self-control I had left, I curled my fingers against his chest and, hating myself for doing it, pushed him anyway. “Should we really be doing this?”

The question snapped him out of the lust and he broke away from me, stumbling back and blinking as if he were coming out of a trance. Half naked and breathless, he lifted his chin, visibly pulling himself together as he shook his head.

“No, we definitely should not be doing this.”