Breaching His Defenses by Allyson Lindt (me reader .TXT) 📕

He pulled back from the swollen button between her legs and sought her opening. She cried out when he shoved two fingers inside her.

“You get so wet when you’re turned on.” His voice was lined with gravel. “There were so many times in the casino, knowing you didn’t have any panties on, I wanted to pin you against the wall and see how far we could get without getting caught.”

The images his words summoned sent a new spike of desire through her. “It’s too bad you didn’t,” she managed between gasps.

He pulled out of her and focused his attention on her clit again, this time grinding the button hard and fast. “Then I’ll have to make sure this makes up for it.”

She couldn’t find the air to reply with more than a series of moans. He’d hit the right spot, and the pressure had her right at the brink, but wasn’t pushing her over.

“Come for me, Mikki.” His breathless prompt drilled into her head, coaxing and heightening her pleasure further. “I want to hear you scream again.”

She was so close. Without anything to grab on to, she clenched her hands, nails digging onto her palms.

He nudged his fingers just a fraction against her clit and hit the right spot. Orgasm spilled through her, tearing a cry from her chest.

She rested her forehead on the cool varnish of the desk, waiting for her legs to steady out before standing. An unfamiliar but amazing feeling flowed through her. Everywhere he touched drew her to life more. Every word seduced her thoughts and senses. She was spent, but filled with an aching need to curl up in his arms instead. The rush of emotion made something squeak inside her. A fear she had fallen too far.

His fingers slipped out of her, and seconds later his lips brushed her cheek. “You’re incredible.”

She hadn’t thought her face could be any warmer, but she was wrong. The compliment flooded her. She managed to find her footing and force herself upright. He wrapped his hand around hers and turned her to face him. She let longing blanket her fear. Dove into his touch instead of lingering on how much it was going to hurt when she couldn’t have him anymore. He cupped her cheek and kissed her gently. The gesture defied everything about the way he’d just made her come, but at the same time it felt right, and fluttered along her skin.

He brushed his lips over hers. “Don’t leave yet.”

The simple request latched on to every hope she’d tried to suppress all evening. At least she wasn’t the only one wanting to make the most of this temporary connection. Temporary—the word made her ribs ache. She shoved the longing aside. She had him now, and this was more about living in the now than anything she’d ever done. Right? “I’m not dressed for sleeping over.”

He unbuttoned the first button on her shirt, and then continued his way down. “Fortunately, there’s no dress code.”

“Lucky me.”

His palms caressed her skin when he pushed the top off her shoulders and down her arms. He draped the garment on the back of the chair, and seconds later her bra joined it.

Embarrassment and pleasure flitted through her when his gaze lingered on her naked chest, eyes tracing every line. It was an attention she wanted to bask in, and though the sensation was new, it was welcome.

“Let me return the favor.” She mimicked his previous movements as she stripped off his shirt. His bare chest was muscled, but not overly defined. That wasn’t fair. How did some executive geek look so good shirtless? Not that she was complaining. She traced down his sternum and along his ribs, memorizing the sensation on her fingertips.

She dropped lower, to his waistband. The trail of hair running from his navel and disappearing under his boxers tickled her touch. She didn’t have to do much to push his slacks and boxers to the ground, since they were already undone. She brushed his rigid cock, and he groaned. The skin of his shaft was warm and smooth against her palm as she stroked. He leaned his head back, eyes closed. Every sound that tore from his throat spurred guided her movements.

He wrapped a hand around her wrist and pulled her away. “I didn’t do that so you’d have to reciprocate.”

Her shoulders slumped, and a whisper of doubt flitted into her thoughts. Maybe he’s not feeing the same emotional connection. Stupid brain. “I want to.”

 He rested his hand on the back of her neck and kissed her gently, only lingering for a moment before pulling away. “We’ve got to sleep sometime.”

Which made sense. But she couldn’t ignore the tiny question repeating in her mind. Is he holding back?

He trailed his nose along the curve of her neck. “I just don’t want you to think you have to.” His hot breath on her skin chased away the sting of his no. “If that makes sense.”

She nodded.

His wicked smile returned, and he made quick work of her skirt button and zipper before pushing it to the ground. He led her toward the bed. She couldn’t help but enjoy the view, his gorgeous, chiseled ass, when he pulled back the comforter. He nodded at the mattress. She climbed between the sheets, and seconds later, he pressed into her back, arm draped over her waist. He kissed along the back of her neck. Neither of them spoke for several minutes.

They’d learned so much about each other in the last few hours, but she still wanted to know more. Her gaze drifted around the room, flitting past generic luggage, a black laptop, and a router that could be any model on the market. None of it had any personality.

Her eyes landed on something odd in the corner, on top of a suitcase. She squinted, trying to make out the letters in the dim light spilling in under the door. And then it hit her. A novelty picture frame. Nothing in their brief time together would have made her think he’d know what the point of something like that was. “Do you take a lot of pictures?” she asked.

His thumb traced lazy circles along her hip, and drowsiness lined his voice. “Not really. Are you offering to be a subject?”

The notion flooded her with a series of muddled emotion. Heat flared through her at the thought of being his private peep show and mixed with more aching at the reminder they didn’t have the kind of relationship that allowed them to make plans like that. Not that she needed to plan anything out. She nodded toward the box. “Are you going to put the pictures in that?”

Behind her, the mattress shifted. He raised his head into view, kissed her shoulder, and the flopped back down. “It’s for my sister.”

Right. Because he had a life and family outside this bubble of pleasant euphoria. The simple statement was a reminder how much they still didn’t know about each other. “Are the two of you close?”

“I love and adore Alyssia.”

Mikki couldn’t help her smile at the sincerity in the simple statement, even though he couldn’t see it. “Are you one of those overprotective brothers who thinks his younger sister is pure and innocent, and you’ll hurt anyone who dares suggest otherwise?”

His chuckle rumbled through her. “To hear her say it, I am. I’m just a normal kind of brother though. Not that I mind the questions, but conversations about my sister rank pretty far on the opposite end of the scale from sexy pillow talk.”

“I always wanted a brother like that. Or any kind of sibling, really.” She pushed back into him.

“Once upon a time, I would have told you it wasn’t that great, but really it is. Her, Tate, and Viv, they’re pretty much the sanity in my life.”

“You’re lucky.” She swallowed back the sting his words dragged up. Both that he had friends like that in his life, and that she wasn’t on the list.

“What about you? Family? Girlfriend you’re squealing about me with?”

She wanted to smile at his words, but her sadness had sunk too deep. “Dad’s a government contractor.” Mom walked out before I was old enough to remember her, and we never heard from her again. “We moved a lot growing up, so I didn’t really make any close friends.” She couldn’t completely keep the ache from her voice.

“I’ll share mine. You’d love Alyssia.”

The simple statement warmed her as much as his touch. Until her brain kicked on and reminded her he wasn’t part of her future. Not like that. She bit back the creeping sadness and concentrated on his embrace instead. Silence settled in the room again. Behind her, his breathing slowed into a quiet rhythm. Her eyes began to droop.

 “This is almost perfect.” His drowsy voice drifted to her ears.

It really was. She was opening her mouth to reply when he said, “Now we just need to figure out how you guys are stealing our clients, and I’ll be set.”

Her eyes jerked open. “What?”

He didn’t respond. The steady rise and fall of his chest against her back told her he had probably drifted off. Something about his question wouldn’t let her do the same. Why did that single thought make her stomach lurch and her skin crawl? Not even the warmth of being wrapped in his arms could chase away the chill his drowsy statement had covered her in.