I suckle her breasts and graze her nipple between my teeth, and her body reacts to everything.
Every touch.
Every shift.
Every breath.
As if she’s not used to letting herself feel this much.
The realization slows me for a half-second. Not because I want to stop. But because I want to get it right for her. And for me.
I pull back just enough to focus on her, moving my hand to cradle her face, grounding her, giving her a chance to breathe. But I have to ask before I ruin the professional side of our relationship. “Do you want this?” I ask, whispering over her lips.
“Yes.” Her voice is clear but breathy.
That’s all I need.
She shifts, rolling her center against me and the last bit of control I had snaps. My hands tighten on her waist, pushing her hips down, grinding on me, slow and hard. This time we’re less careful, operating on pure hunger, like we’ve decided we’re done pretending this isn’t happening.
Or that there’s even a choice.
Her nails scrape lightly down my shoulders while moving her hot heat against me causing me to hiss out. “Annika.”
She answers by kissing me deeper.My hands are everywhere. I need to feel her. Touch her. So, I slide one hand higher on her thigh. It’s hot and electric the way she tenses and then relaxes under my touch.
My hand sneaks under her skirt, then I slide my fingers under the silky fabric covering the place I want to feel most. She’s wet with need and with every swipe of my fingers through her folds, she purrs.
That alone makes my balls draw up. We’re right there. On the edge of doing something we can’t take back. And for a moment, I don’t care. If we called it off right now, we might survive and keep the professional part of our relationship. But all I want is?—
Knuckles knock against the door.
We freeze in place. One finger on the precipice of entering her and my thumb on her clit, which she loves by the way.
Her body stiffens and her lids open wide.
“Don’t move,” I whisper in her ear.
“Parker, open up,” Matt says as he raps again.
I exhale hard, pressing my forehead briefly to hers before gently lifting her off my lap.
“Hide or go public?”
She scrambles off the bed, grabbing what she can and disappearing into the corner.
Well, I guess I got her answer.
I drag my hand through my hair and pull on my shirt. “Yeah, yeah. Coming.”
Coming. That’s what I wish I was doing instead of answering my brother-in-law.
I open the door just a crack to obstruct his view.
Matt stands there looking way too alert. “Your sister was hoping you would come read to the kids,” he says. “It’s tradition.”
My shoulders fall as I steady myself against the doorframe.
“Bro, I’ve done it twice.”