Fated to be Mine (18 page)

The rasp of his voice pushes me closer to the edge. His soft tone whispers in my ear, while still holding the hard edge that only comes out when he gets excited, making the baritone notes sing in the open space. His accent gets thicker, cradling each and every word with the sound of sex. I could listen to him talk all day in this voice and it would be enough for me.

There’s a knot in my stomach as my finger plays along the seam of his jeans, slowing down as they inch higher and higher. I love how he looks in jeans. The way they hug him just right, sitting low on his hips, accentuating his lower body in all the right places. My eyes travel up to his chest as it expands on steady breaths, causing my own to become less stable, slowing and then speeding up, unable to keep in time with the emotions building inside me.

The corner of my mouth quirks up in what I hope is a seductive smile. “Is that so? Well, I guess I’ll just have to be the judge of that.”

Andrew is adorable when he’s playful like this but adorable is not the word I want to use in this situation. Scorching, sweltering, blistering, tempting, captivating, passionate, those are words I would use to describe him at this moment. I watch with rapt attention as he removes his feet from my desk, swinging them gracefully to the ground. With his lap free and clear I swing a leg over and straddle him. Holding on to the back of the chair for balance, I slowly lower myself down, leaning forward ever so slightly to covertly inhale his primal masculine scent.

I feel reckless and carefree, something new and yet familiar with Andrew. He’s the only person who has ever been able to show me that I can be something more than a timid little girl, afraid of the world because she’s been slighted her entire life.

Andrew’s hands grab my hips, dragging our bodies closer together, letting my heated core brush up against his erection, now standing prominently at attention below his jeans. On instinct, my hips gyrate forward, rubbing against him, sending a shock of arousal through my system. It’s been too long since I’ve felt this feeling, too long since I’ve felt this good.

“Does your chair feel this good?”

Andrew is just as affected as I am right now. Need, desire, lust, all thick in the air surrounding us. Those bright blue eyes I adore dilate, making the blue almost black as I subtly grind up against him again. Andrew lets out a hissing breath before his head falls slightly backward against the chair.

“No, it definitely does not feel this good. Nothing feels as good as this.”

I’m panting, unashamedly, and I don’t care about anything at the moment. I don’t care about the rules we’ve set for dating or the fact that we’re still in my office and there are people milling about outside. None of it matters right now. The only thing I can focus on is the pleasure radiating through my body, being transferred from Andrew to me. My one-track mind only wants Andrew and everything he can give me. My lips crave his, wanting to taste him, feel his smooth tongue caress the inside of my mouth, owning me, making me his once again.

“Tessa, you’re going to completely undo me right now. I want you too much to stop. I’ve missed the taste of your skin, the feel of your body beneath mine, the little noises you make when you come,” Andrew whispers in my ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth. A shock runs through my system and I lightly cry out.

“Ah, Andrew.”

He twirls his tongue around my ear and I can feel my body getting ready for him, aching to be touched. My hips rock forward again, causing another reaction from Andrew. I’m not sure how much longer we can resist the temptation to just let go and give in to our desires. I begin unbuttoning his shirt, placing soft kisses on the newly exposed skin.

A groan escapes Andrew’s lips, furthering my own desire. He’s trying to stay in control, trying to keep his emotions in check, but the look in his eyes tells me he may be losing that battle.

Wanting to embrace my new brazen self, I boldly pull his shirt out of his pants, unbuttoning it the rest of the way to fully expose his beautifully tanned chest. I inch my body back on his lap, trailing my lips down the hard muscles while my tongue darts out to taste his skin. Andrew’s hips shift again, trying to seek out the friction that was once above him. I smile, scooting further back as my lips travel down to his rock hard abs, feeling the muscles contract with the soft contact.

Unable to remain sitting on him, I drop to the floor between his knees. Andrew’s head shoots up, looking down at me with a mixture of confusion and lust. He wants this, but I know he’s thinking about our arrangement in the back of his mind.

With a dexterity that I didn’t know I possessed, I swiftly release him from his jeans, sliding them just over his hips to gain access to what I want most. His boxers follow the same path, letting his cock spring free. Andrew gently cups my face while I lean forward, placing a reverent kiss upon the tip before taking his sensitive head entirely into my warm mouth.

“Fuck, Tessa,” Andrew says in a strangled moan. He brushes the hair away from my face, wanting to watch me please him, loving him the only way I can right now. Our eyes connect, making the act more intimate and personal, keeping us close together. The sounds he makes as my tongue works around the hardened flesh sends heat shooting through my veins. Yes, this is an act I’m not quite familiar with but looking at him coming undone because of me, of what I’m doing, is almost enough to send me over the edge with him.

Andrew swells with each stroke of my tongue, tracing the throbbing veins, pulling him deep and then teasing him with short, soft licks. His hands tighten in my hair and I know he’s holding back.

“Tessa, I’m not going to last. It’s too good. It’s … fuck, your mouth … it feels too good.”

His words push me further, sending my efforts into overdrive, wanting nothing more than to have him find his release. His cock jerks again as my tongue runs over the ridge of his head where I’m gifted with the first taste of his salty, sweet release as it coats my tongue. Knowing he’s ready, I draw him all the way back, which causes him to fully release and pour stream after stream down the back of my throat. He groans out his orgasm and gently rocks into my mouth as I take everything he has to give to me. I ease my ministrations, allowing him to come back down to earth gently.

Looking into his glazed over eyes, a smile forms on my lips. I did that to him. Me. No man has ever looked at me the way Andrew does. The reverence, the worshipping smile, the sheer awe in his face at this very moment makes my heart expand even more. It’s a heady feeling, a power trip if you will.

I carefully tuck him back into his jeans while his breathing regulates. He’s flushed, but a smile graces his face, lighting it up even more. Andrew pulls me off the floor, setting me on the edge of my desk. He moves the chair so he’s between my knees and pulls my face to his, reverently kissing me. I’m a little reluctant to kiss him, knowing what we just did, but it doesn’t seem to affect him.

“Mmm, I can taste myself on your tongue. Bloody fantastic. Let’s see how you taste on mine.”

“Andrew, no, you don’t have to …”

But I can’t get any more words out as he lifts the sweater over my head, gently pushing me down onto the desk. I hear the chair being kicked to the side with obvious impatience. The hand sliding down the column of my throat distracts me as it glides between my breasts. Fingers slip under the cup of my bra to tease a hardened nipple. Then Andrew is leaning over me, trailing his lips over the path his hand just took, pulling my cup to the side and freeing my breast. His tongue laps at the sensitive peak, allowing me to quietly cry out. He attempts to shush me between licks, reminding me that we’re not entirely alone. But I’m too wound up, too turned on as he moves his mouth lower down my body.

“Andrew, please.”

I have no idea what I’m begging for; if I’m asking him to stop, to keep going, to never stop. All I know is that I want him right here, right now. He smiles against my skin, continuing his journey down my stomach, pausing to twirl his tongue around my navel. My hips buck upward, wanting to find some sort of relief. Andrew moves his hands to pin down my hips, halting my movements then shifting them to unbutton my pants, pulling them and my panties down my legs.

My hands run through his hair, down his face and neck, caressing every inch of skin they can through his still open shirt. With a gentle nudge, he opens my legs further, exposing my slick flesh to him. The blood pounds through my veins as my chest rises rapidly, gasping for precious air while Andrew admires me, worshiping my body with his eyes.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers.

He lowers his head, taking that first long stroke of his tongue against my flesh. My hands grab the edge of my desk, holding me down as my eyes roll into the back of my head from the sheer pleasure Andrew is bringing me. My soft cries surround us, mindful to keep them moderately quiet as he works me into an emotional frenzy; expertly playing my body like an instrument he’s practiced his entire life. The sensations switch between his fingers and tongue, using both to bring me higher into the clouds. Soon, it all proves to be too much. My fingernails claw at my desk while my legs shake with the need for release.

“I want to taste you, Tessa. Let go. I want all of you. Right. Now.”

Another few flicks of his tongue and I’m lost to the world, catapulting my body high into the heavens as stars appear before my eyes. My tongue caresses his name as it falls from my lips over and over again. My inner walls spasm, clenching the fingers still thrusting inside me, making sure that every ounce of pleasure is brought to my body.

Coherent thought returns slowly as my eyes open in a flutter, barely registering Andrew hovering over me again. My body feels spent and lifeless, a feeling I’ve missed. He leans forward, placing a kiss upon my lips, letting his tongue dart quickly inside.

“Just as I thought. We taste good together.”

Another soft kiss then Andrew pulls me up to a standing position, putting my clothes back in their respective places. His lips trail up my semi-naked torso while wrapping his arms around my waist, holding me close to him. My fingers play with the silky strands of his hair, slightly damp at the roots. The heady scent of sex fills the room and I know there’s no way I’m going to be able to work Monday morning behind this desk and not think of this moment.

“Hi,” he whispers once his lips find mine again. I flush, feeling slightly embarrassed, even though I have absolutely no reason to be.

“Hi,” I whisper back. “I hope no one heard us. I don’t think I’d be able to show my face here again if they did.”

He presses his forehead against mine and laughs lightly. “You were perfect. Absolutely perfect, love.” A flash of concern appears in his eyes as he stares intently into mine. “How do you feel about this?”

It’s a valid question really. How do I feel about this? Amazing. Fantastic. Best office non-sex I’ve ever had. Okay, only office non-sex I’ve ever had. I know I said no sex but after this, I may change my mind.

“I feel incredible. You are amazing.”

I help him button his shirt again while he straightens the sweater over my body. His fingers brush across my stomach, which growls loudly now that my euphoric high has worn off. Andrew laughs at the now familiar sound, holding my jacket out to me and helping me into it, like a perfect gentleman. Not that he was a perfect gentleman five minutes ago as he ravaged me on my desk. But I guess that all depends on what your definition of a gentleman is. After all, he did make sure I received my pleasure since he did.

Once we’re put together, we head to my door. I pause after twisting the lock and turn to face him, throwing my arms around his neck. Andrew looks surprised but wraps his arms around my waist, holding me close to him.

“Thank you for surprising me at work. That was one of the best surprises yet.” My lips seek out his, wanting to taste him one last time before we break out of the protective bubble of my office. “I’m so glad you’re here right now.”

His head dips down again and his sweetness crosses my tongue. “There’s no place I’d rather be than right here with you.” My stomach growls again and we laugh. “Come, let’s go get some food before you waste away to nothing.”

T
HERE IS A PEACE BETWEEN
us
as Andrew follows my directions to the grocery store by my apartment. It’s funny to see him sitting on the other side of the car since the only time I ever saw him drive was back in London, where the steering wheel is where I’m sitting. Andrew’s thumb is still stroking the hand he hasn’t released since we exited my building. His constant need to keep in contact with me in some way is so sweet. It’s making it difficult to have that temporary amnesia with him. So much of everything that he does makes my body remember his, makes my mind remember why I fell in love with him so quickly and why we feel so perfect together.

We walk around the grocery store like any other ordinary couple. I push the cart while he wanders around, trying to navigate the aisles in search of whatever it is he’s looking for. He hasn't given me any clues as to what he has planned. The only thing I know for certain is that we will not be having my usual dinner of either soup or cereal.