Page 14 of Ever Mine

Her fingers flex slightly, wrapping around my length. I groan.

“I wasn’t jesting with my threat. If you don’t want me to put my head beneath your skirt, you need to leave my office now.”

She swallows visibly. “Would you kiss me first? On my mouth?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” I reach for her, sliding my hand along her jaw, my thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. Her lips part on a shiver, and for a heartbeat we just hover there—heat, want, tension so thick it could crush me.

Her breath catches. The sound is soft, almost fragile, but it’s the last tether on my restraint snapping loose.

“Addison.” Her name leaves my mouth on a low rasp, half warning, half prayer.

“Yes?”

“Tell me to stop.”

She shakes her head, just once. “I don’t want you to stop. Kiss me, Thorne.”

That’s all it takes.

Then I lower my head and kiss her.

The first feel of her soft lips and all of my intentions flee. My kiss isn’t a practiced thing; it’s hungry and uncertain and absolutely real. She tastes like sugar and nerves and everything I’ve been trying not to want.

She makes a tiny sound—half sigh, half surprise—and I’m gone. My hand cups the back of her neck, her fingers twist in my shirt, and the world narrows to the places where we touch.

Our tongues meet, and suddenly, this feels like my very first kiss. I remember nothing that came before her. Or maybe it’s just the first one that matters. She whimpers into my mouth, and one of my hands drops to her round backside. I squeeze her, pressing our bodies together.

When I finally pull back, she’s blinking up at me, lips flushed, eyes wide.

“Yeah, I’m going to need to do that a few more times, but first I need to check something,” I say.

“My toes curled.”

I grin at her. “Good to know. But the real test.” I reach down, then slide my hand up the impossibly soft skin of her calf, then under her skirt and over her thigh.

Her breathing comes out in strained little puffs, the further I explore.

“Part these thighs, love, let me have my proof.”

She obeys, widening her stance.

I slide my knuckles over the gusset of her panties and feel the tell-tale wetness of her arousal.

“I was wet before the kiss,” she admits.

“And wetter now, I assume?”

She nods in confirmation.

“I want to taste you.” I look into her eyes to gauge her reaction.

Her lips are parted, and she already looks the part of the wanton.

“Hop up on my desk and spread your legs. I’m going to make sure the door is locked so we don’t notify the entire building that we’re possibly violating some health codes.”

She giggles behind me.

I shift my erection in my pants to try to alleviate some of the pressure. When I’m once again in front of her, I cup her cheek and kiss her again because I can’t help myself. Her palms slide up my chest, and fuck, have I ever been touched like this?