Page 4 of Stripping Bare

He wanted to put his mouth on her. To put his teeth on her. Eat her the fuckup.

Dial it back. Dial it down. Dial it to fuckingzero.

She ran a palm down the center of his chest, and his heart thudded so hard his sternum was vibrating. “Look at me,” she said. “Be withme.”

Then she slid her fingers under his shirt and touched the ridges of his stomach, making his abs contract with pleasure. His inner caveman immediately imagined what it would feel like to have her hand move lower. To have her unzip him and touch him with her soft hands. To have her wrap his cock in her fist and pump him from balls totip.

“Are you breathing?” sheasked.

“No,” he said on a rush ofair.

“That’sdangerous.”

“You’redangerous.”

“Oh, I do like the sound of that.” Her laugh was husky, and she pushed his shirt up his chest. Her tongue touched his right nipple just a flash before her teeth tugged, and the top of Jonah’s head simply disengaged from his body. Rational thought wasjettisoned.

With a jerky tug, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the conference table. The silky feel of her camisole against his chest rippled through him, setting off mini fires under hisskin.

Iwant.

He cradled the back of her head and crushed his mouth to hers. But it wasn’tenough.

He needed to put his hands onher.

Grabbing her by the waist, he swung her around and perched her on the edge of the desk. With frantic hands, he grappled with her camisole, trying like hell to push it up or pull it down. The result was a muffled ripping sound and the fragile fabric drooped around herwaist.

He couldn’t be trusted. Not with how damn badly he wantedher.

She’s a piece of delicate china. You’re a fuckingbull.

He started to pull back, but she wrapped her legs around him and drew him closer. “It’s fine,” she breathed. “Oldunderwear.”

He doubted that, but he was already too far gone to care. And when he had the soft weight of her breasts cradled in his hands, he forgot all about herclothes.

It was like holding heaven in his palms. Soft and warm. He wanted to savor thesensation.

But Tessa apparently had other ideas, because her fingers were at his waistband and she quickly unbuttoned hisfly.

Fast. This was all happening so fast. Fast wasbad.

Wild anduncontrollable.

Dangerous forTessa.

He released his hold on her to catch her hands, but she shoved him away and worked his jeans off his hips, enough so she could shove down his boxerbriefs.

The relief from having his erection freed sent another wave of lust over him, making his legs shake. And when she took him in hand, her grip warm and firm, he stumbled and braced his hands on the edge of the desk to stayupright.

She worked him, stroking up and down with the perfect pressure, while he buried his face against her neck. “Thatfeels…”

“…amazing.” she said, using her thumb to do something wicked and wonderful, making him evenharder.

If she didn’t let go, stop pumping him, he was going to come in her hand. He could feel it, the tightness in his belly, the tension on the inside of histhighs.

Something this good, this rare, should last. Intellectually he knew that, but his dick had otherideas.

He grabbed the hem of Tessa’s skirt to yank it up. She wriggled against him and he somehow hooked her panties and slid them down. He blindly groped for his wallet and found the single condom inside. He carelessly tossed the wallet and ripped at thepackage.