"Good."
Shiftingmy grip,Iframe her jaw.Thedelicate texture of her skin makes my calloused palms feel rough as gravel.Tiltingher chin upward ensures she meets my stare.
"I'mkissing you now."
Thedeclaration hangs in the air, a heavy warning.
Partingher lips just a fraction, she offers a silent invitation.
Icrash my mouth down on hers.
Thebrutal claiming slams our bodies together.Mymouth devours hers, a starving man finally tasting his first meal.Coffeemixes with mint across her tongue, entirely intoxicating.
Adesperate whimper vibrates in the back of her throat, sending a surge of blood straight to my groin.Herfingers tangle tightly in my hair, dragging my face closer.
Groaninginto her mouth, my tongue sweeps past her teeth, dominating the wet heat inside.Consumingher entirely becomes my only goal, erasingKailaReyesuntil onlyKailaGunnarremains.
Slidingmy hands from her jaw,Ipush the heavy leather aside to grip her bare shoulders.Mythumbs trace the sharp line of her collarbone directly over the frantic thrum of her pulse.
Herhips jolt upward with every shift of my grip.Mytongue strokes deep, turning her muscles to liquid.
Tearingmy mouth away,Irest my forehead against hers, hauling oxygen into my lungs.Harshpants echo loudly over the cooling fans.
"Youhave zero idea,"Igrowl. "Keepingmy hands off you requires actual physical agony."
"Yourhands are definitely on me right now," she notes, her vocal cords completely wrecked.
Adark, rough chuckle vibrates in my chest. "Thisis absolute restraint,LittleGhost."
Sweepingmy palm beneath the hem of her tank top, my callouses scrape across her burning flesh.Myfingers map the bumps of her spine, tracing the delicate column with territorial accuracy.
"Daniel," she moans, arching her back into my solid grip.
"Yeah?"
"Don'tstop."
Thebreathless demand obliterates my control.
Sweepingmy hand around to her ribs,Iroughly cup her breast through the thin lace of her bra.Shecries out, bucking her hips straight off the seat.
"Youlike that?"Imurmur.Rollingher nipple between my thumb and forefinger,Ipinch the tight peak.
"Yes," she hisses. "God, yes."
Shovingmy free arm across the desk,Iclear the surface in one violent sweep.Keyboards, papers, and empty coffee mugs crash to the floorboards.
Grippingher thighs,Ihoist her out of the chair and plant her onto the hard edge of the desk.
Herlegs immediately clamp around my waist, heels digging firmly into my lower back.Roughdenim scrapes against the soft, bare skin of her inner thighs.Theburning heat of her crotch aligns perfectly with my straining erection.
Buryingmy face in her neck again,Isink my teeth lightly into the sensitive cord of muscle.
"Youdrive me completely feral,"Imutter against her ear.
"Good," she pants.Hernails scrape down my back, tracking the bunch and flex of my lats. "Iwant you completely ruined."
Aharsh breath punches out of my lungs. "Carefulwhat you wish for."