Holy shit. How had she missed that? Better yet, how had she been missing out on that?
Because she’d been leading with her head, not her heart.
“Yes.” The word slipped out of her mouth as if of its own accord. Only this time when she said it, he smiled and her heart expanded to fill her chest. “I want you, too.”
He made another long, purposeful glide forward and back. “I can’t believe I’m here. With you.”
She tightened her legs around him. “Why?”
Another grind, this time with more pressure, gliding across just the right spot to make her gasp. “I’ve been like that guy in the wheelchair in the movie. Stuck. Helpless to do anything but watch the world. To watch you walk by my door day after day. And I was too stuck in my own routine to break the pattern. To take a chance.”
“I’m here. We’re here.”
And then he kissed her—more like devoured her, and she loved it, running her hands across his pecs and ribs.
“Need to be in you,” he rasped in her ear.
Then he pulled away, and cold air swirled where his body had been, everything in her complaining at the lack of contact. He leaned down and pulled a wallet out of his pants on the floor.
“You’d better not have a picture of your mom in there.”
His smile was gorgeous. “In fact, I do not. Nor, do I have a ‘condom of questionable vintage.’” He held up a square packet. “I have a condom of known vintage. I bought it tonight on my way here. The rest of the box is in my jacket…just in case.” He winked.
She draped her arms over the back of the sofa and arched an eyebrow. “So you planned this?”
“No. Things like this can’t be planned.” He leaned forward and kissed her. It was a tender embrace, almost reverent. “I hoped.”
If she hadn’t completely fallen for Eric before this moment, she certainly had now.
Still on his knees between her thighs, Eric pulled Jane to the edge of the sofa and stared for a moment at her beautiful body. From her high, firm breasts to the blonde curls where he was poised to enter her, she was a complete fantasy. He took himself in hand and rubbed against her opening and she writhed, spreading her legs even wider to receive him. The whole thing seemed like a dream, and he fought the urge to shake his head to clear it.
“Please, Eric. Now.”
Yes, now. Slowly, he held his breath and entered her, watching where they joined in near disbelief. Her breasts rose and fell with her quick pants, her body squeezing his. So good. So tight. Nothing had ever felt this good. Nothing had ever been this good.
She moaned with pleasure, and he swallowed the lump in his throat.
He drove in the rest of the way until he filled her completely and gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to thrust fast like his body demanded. She inhaled with a hiss as he pulled almost all the way out then began another slow thrust.
This might be the only time, he warned himself. Slow. Make it last.
But everything in him screamed go. And then Jane did, too, with a whimpered, “More.”
And then he gave up holding back and moved, hard and fast. She grinned, and so did he. Then, he pulled out and did it again and again, gaining speed and thrusting harder each time until they both were sweaty and gasping for air. He reached down where their bodies joined to massage her. With the first circle of his thumb, she tightened around him and called out his name. After a few more circles, she closed her eyes and arched her back, nearly making him lose his mind at the mere sight. Then she screamed out and her body contracted around him in waves. He stared down, willing the image of her like this to imprint on his brain permanently. Even if she never allowed him to touch her again, he would remember this forever—her cries as she thrashed her head from side to side; the way she contracted around him, her legs locked behind his back; the way his name sounded as her orgasm grew. As much as he wanted to stay joined like this forever, his body won out, and with one final thrust, he lost himself completely, in mindless bliss that went on and on until he couldn’t move another muscle. Everything else in the world had faded away to the edges of his life, and there was only the two of them, sweaty and sated. Nothing else mattered. Not work. Not the promotion. Nothing but this woman.
She unwrapped her legs from around him. “My sofa will never be the same.”
“My knees will never be the same.” Worse than that, though, his heart would never be the same.
Jane’s neck ached and her arm was asleep. Not the tingly kind of sleep, but totally numb. An infomercial was on TV about some kind of kitchen slicer/dicer. She’d never need something like that. She did takeout on weeknights because she didn’t get home before nine thirty, and weekends were for recovering from the work week, not learning to cook.
But she’d like to learn to cook. She’d like to learn a lot of things…
Like how to stop killing herself for a job she hated, and how to tell her family to screw off the next time they mocked or pressured her about dating.
Behind her on the sofa, Eric shifted and pulled her closer. “Good morning,” he whispered. “Is that coffee I smell?”
“Good morning. It’s coffee. I have it on a timer.” She rolled a little to relieve the arm, but it wasn’t enough.
“Yeah. Sofa’s a bit small. My arm’s asleep.”
“I suggested we move to the bedroom last night, but you were opposed.”
Yes. Completely opposed. Sofa meant fling. Bedroom meant something more, like a relationship. Neither of them would benefit from taking this any further than the sofa.
“Was that the second or third time? My memory’s a little hazy,” she said with a yawn. From the foot of the sofa, Gandy yawned, too, and stretched.
Eric trailed his fingers over her hip and grew hard against her backside. “Let me jog your memory.”
God, he was unstoppable, but this whole thing needed to come to a quick halt. Last night was amazing. If she were given a do-over, she’d do it exactly the same way all over again. But it couldn’t be an ongoing thing. They’d get caught and lose their jobs. Or worse, she’d get caught up and lose her heart. She pushed up to sit, shaking her head to clear it.
His warm hand rubbed up and down her back. “No remorse, Jane. Last night was incredible. Don’t ruin it with regret.”