“You’d have a wife.”Gemma gives me a lopsided grin.
I fake a shiver.
“Stop,” she nudges me, and I grab her hand, tugging her closer.Our faces are inches apart, our breaths speeding up.Seconds pass as my gaze roams over her beautiful face.
“I wanted to kiss you about thirty times today.”
“Only thirty?”she whispers.
“Did I say thirty?I meant thirty thousand.”I cup her face and tug her onto my lap.She palms my biceps, knowingly or otherwise, and nestles into the warmth of my chest.“I’m trying really hard to keep this professional, Gemma, but the truth is I want to fuck you again.”
“I wish you wouldn’t use that word.”
Hmmm.
“You liked it when I had my mouth on your pussy,” I growl, and her body shudders as she presses down onto my erection.
Christ.
My hand slides up over her thighs.
“That’s different,” she barely murmurs, and then groans as my hand reaches her panties.
I rub her clit.
“Drew...”
“Enough thinking.Let me make you feel good.”I tug down the lace, and untangling them from her feet, I toss them away.
“You’ve done that a few times.”
Her tone tells me she hates knowing that.
“I’m not a priest, Gemma.”I pull her skirt up, then lift her over my thighs and undo my pants.
“God, you have the nicest arms.”She undoes my shirt, hands gliding over my biceps.“Strong, hard, ugh, I can see why women desire you.”
Now I don’t like it.
I don’t want anyone else in this room with us, metaphorically or otherwise.Just me and Gemma.
“Stop.You’re the only woman I want to think about.”Her eyes flicker to me, and I give her a warning look.I don’t want to mislead her.“Whatever you’re thinking, stop it.”
“I’m used to being married, Drew.This is hard for me.”
Goddamn it.
I don’t do this kind of sex.Words, emotions, sharing.I fuck.I make sure a woman comes.We say goodbye.My world wobbles on its axis as things become so fucking confused in the moment, I can barely keep a handle on it all.
My dick is exposed between us, hard and weeping.
Gemma licks her lips.
Jesus fucking Christ, I swear if she were any other woman this would be in the too damn hard basket.I’m thinking and feeling things I don’t understand.That has no place in my head.
Lifting her chin, I look deeply into her eyes.“Gemma, I’m going to fuck you.You’re going to lift your hips, slide your pussy down over my cock and come.We aren’t married.I am never marrying anyone.But you will love it, just like you did on Friday.”
“Drew, I—”