Page 50 of Buried Under Ice
Mistake.Mistake.Mistake.The single word blasted through Lark’s mind over and over again.Touching Oliver was a mistake.Kissing him was a mistake.Still wanting him so badly?
Such a mistake.
But her heart wasn’t listening to her mind.And her body?It clearly had its own agenda.Because she seemed to be igniting.Every cell felt alive.Hungry.Lust poured through her veins.The wild, consuming desire that she only seemed to feel…for him.
His mouth claimed hers with desperate need.His tongue thrust past her lips, and he tasted and he took, and a moan rose in her throat.Her hands had locked around his powerful shoulders, and her nails bit into the fabric of his black suit coat.
His hands were around her waist.Seeming to scorch her right through the shirt she wore.The cotton was no match for him.His touch burned away everything else.
“Fucking missed you,” he growled against her mouth.“Every day.Every night.Missed.You.”He kissed her again.Deep.Hungrier.Harder.
When they’d been together before, he’d always been so careful with her.Careful with his touches.His kisses.His control.Until the last night when his control had broken.
When she’d deliberately set out to seduce the man who’d captured her heart.
I didn’t wear panties.All night long, I was so conscious of every movement of my body.So conscious of him.It had taken all her courage to finally make her move on him.Right in his den.In front of the roaring fire.
She shuddered as the memory of that night blasted through her.Sex had never been that amazing.She hadn’t thought itcouldbe like that.Good, yes.She’d had good before.But with Oliver?The pleasure had been body quaking.Soul shattering.
Heart breaking.
His mouth tore from hers, and Oliver began to kiss a fiery path down her neck.Her eyes squeezed shut as she tipped back her head.Her neck seemed hypersensitive.Correction, her whole body was hypersensitive.
Mistake.Mistake.Mistake.
But how could a mistake feel so good?
His hands tightened on her waist, and then he lifted her up.The move caught Lark by surprise, and her eyes flared open.“Oliver?”
“Easy.”He held her easily and twisted so that he could put her on the edge of his desk.He released her waist, but only so he could push apart her legs and move between them.“I need you.”
She needed him.Every traitorous part of her needed him.“Just sex.”Was she saying the words for him or herself?Did it even matter?“This isn’t about love.”A sharp shake of her head sent Lark’s hair flying.“We can do just sex.”Justsex meant no emotions.No world being broken apart again.Just sex meant safety.
Didn’t it?
His head whipped up, and his dark eyes locked on her.“That what you want?For me to fuck you without emotion?”
No.She… “Mistake,” Lark whispered.Her heart thudded hard against her chest.She perched at the edge of his desk, and her legs were splayed wide now.He stood so close to her.Leaned toward her.And there was definitely no missing the heavy length of his aroused cock as it stretched toward her.
“Sex between us isn’t a mistake.”His hand curled under her chin and tipped back her head.“It’s heaven.It’s oblivion.It’s more pleasure than should be humanly possible to feel.”His mouth pressed to hers once more.A hot, open-mouthed kiss.“Never a mistake,” he rasped.“Never.”
Could she have sex without emotion?Big, bad brave words she’d spouted, but could she truly hold back with him?Already, her control had snapped or else…or else she wouldn’t be doing this.Wouldn’t have kissed him.Wouldn’t be sitting on his desk.Wouldn’t be aching so much for him.
He doesn’t love me.Midas was wrong.
But…
“Stop thinking,” Oliver ordered roughly.“Just feel.Feel me, baby.Only me.”And his left hand slid down her body.His right kept tipping back her chin, but his left hand eased between her legs.Pressed to the juncture of her thighs.Rubbed her through the denim of her jeans.“You want to fuck without emotion?Fine.I’ll fuck you any way you want.”His hand rubbed harder.She arched against him.
His stroking touch wasn’t enough.Her jeans were too thick.She needed them gone.She wanted his fingers on her.In her.
“I’ll fuck you until you forget everything else,” he promised.
She couldn’t forget everything else.Not an option.
But his right hand had released her chin.He unhooked her jeans.Eased down the zipper.A hiss had never seemed louder in her life.Oliver wedged his hand into the opening he’d made, and his fingers maneuvered down to rub over her panties, and she gasped as—
The phone rang.