Out of Hours...Her Ruthless Boss. Кейт Хьюит
‘Show me.’
In one fluid movement he pulled her dress over her head; she stood there, naked, her skin washed in the soft glow of the lamp. Cormac’s eyes roamed over her body slowly, taking in the small, neat breasts, the dark blond curls between her thighs, the fact that she was trembling.
Lizzie could feel herself shake; she was afraid. Even now. Especially now.
‘You’re beautiful,’ he said softly. He shrugged off his shirt and trousers; in a moment he was naked. Lizzie’s eyes widened at the sight of him—bare, bold, beautiful.
Hers. For now.
Easily, effortlessly, he scooped her into his arms, brought her to the bed and laid her down gently.
‘You’re sure this is what you want?’ he asked, and she nodded.
Yes.
He stretched beside her, his hands skimming her skin, teasing, toying, but she wanted more. More. She wanted deep, tight, hot, close.
More.
‘Cormac…’
‘We have time, Chandler,’ he said with a little smile. ‘Lots of time.’
His hand drifted lower, to the apex of her thighs. He cupped her breasts in his hands, kissed her navel. Moved lower. She shuddered.
He was wicked with his tongue—wicked and wonderful. She gasped as he touched her, tasted her where no one had ever been before, the very centre of her, melting with sensation…
She’d never felt so much before—piercing, painful, too much to bear. Too wonderful.
And yet…
‘Cormac…’
‘Yes.’ She felt him smile against her middle.
‘Look at me.’
He paused, and then Cormac kissed her again, deeper, his tongue so knowing, so clever…
She arched instinctively, her hands threaded through his hair. ‘Cormac,’ she gasped, ‘I want to see you. I want to see your eyes.’
He stilled for only a second. Then, as if he hadn’t heard her, he began his delicious onslaught again. She couldn’t keep the waves of pleasure from racking her, a sweet torment she didn’t want to stop.
But she wanted to see his eyes. She didn’t know why, only felt. Felt it with an instinct, a deeper need than even what her body craved.
She pulled on his shoulders and, with a little laugh, he kissed his way upwards, his head bent, his face averted.
‘Cormac…’
‘Just let yourself enjoy it, Lizzie,’ he murmured, his hand drifting down once more, gently stroking her. ‘Let yourself go.’
Her body was desperate for release, but her mind resisted. So did her heart.
And still, she felt herself reaching the edge, teetering on it, her body opening, her breath hitching, her fingers clenching, everything straining towards that point…
‘Cormac,’ she gasped, ‘Please…’
Then a phone rang.
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