chin and looked him right in his sexy blue eyes. “Will you give me another kiss first?”
He stared down at her, that charming crooked smile in place. He leaned back against the wall and said, “Why don’t you kiss me this time? Just to be fair?”
He kept taking her by surprise! She’d been under the impression all men liked to be in control, at all times. She realized this proved her theory about the sexually explicit movie he’d purchased. Even though he bought a tape that showed a man dominating in the most elemental way, he’d just offered to let her take the lead. She braced herself.
In for a penny …
Asia put her hands on his shoulders, then stalled. He was so hard.
His suit coat hid some broad shoulders and a lot of solid muscle. She hadn’t realized before, but now the proof was in her hands and it was unbearably enticing. Would he be that hard all over?
She shivered. What a thought.
Trailing her fingers downward, she found his biceps and inhaled in triumph. Solid, strong. No underexercised executive here! Cameron O’Reilly was all rugged male.
Eyes closed, Asia flexed her fingers, relishing the feel of hard muscle, strong bones and obvious strength. Her stomach did a little flip of excitement and she stepped into him while going on tiptoe. When he’d kissed her, only their mouths had touched.
But Asia wanted more and she saw no reason to deny herself. She fitted her body to his, soft breasts to broad chest, curving belly to hard abdomen … pelvis to pelvis. He groaned low and rough, and then his hands were on the small of her back, pressing her closer, and she felt his solid erection, long and hot, pulsing through the layers of clothes.
“Oh my,” she whispered, going well beyond impressed to the realm of awed.
“Give me your mouth, Asia.”
No sooner did she comply, kissing him with all the pent-up desire she suffered, than he turned them both so she was the one pressed to the wall. One of his hands slid down her back to her behind, and he gripped her, lifting, bringing her into startling contact with his erection.
He pressed into her rhythmically, rubbing himself against her, setting her on fire, all the while kissing her, soft eating kisses, deep-driving kisses, wet and hot and consuming.
A rap at the door made them both jump.
Erica called in, “Sorry kiddies, but playtime is over. Time to come in from recess.”
Asia slumped against the wall and groaned. She’d totally forgotten her surroundings!
Watching her closely, Cameron cleared his throat. “We’ll be right there.”
With laughter in her voice, Erica said, “If you wait just two little minutes, the room will be clear and you can escape without notice.” They both heard the sound of her retreating footsteps.
“I’m sorry.”
Asia looked up. “For what?”
Stroking her cheek gently, he said, “I meant only a simple kiss—well okay, not so simple—but I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
She sighed even as her heart softened. What an incredible man. “Cameron, you called a halt,” she felt compelled to point out, “and I insisted on one more kiss. I’m the one who should be apologizing.”
“Are you sorry?” he asked, and he wore that absorbed expression again, which now looked endearing.
“The truth? Nope.” He grinned at her and she added, “I’ve never done anything like this before. It feels good to be a bit naughty.”
“Yeah?” He tilted his head, studying her. “Any time you wanna get naughty, lady, you just let me know.”
He was full of surprises. “You’re not worried about how it might look to others?”
“You’re worth the risk.”
The things he said played havoc with her restraint. “I’ll keep your offer in mind,” she whispered as she opened the door, and they were both relieved to see the room was, indeed, empty.
Tomorrow, she decided, couldn’t get here soon enough.
Cameron threw his suit coat over the arm of a chair, kicked his dress shoes into the closet and
Elizabeth Amelia Barrington