But the last thing she wanted was to be stupid.
“What do you want?” he asked, moving forward, getting so close. She could feel the warmth of that tall, muscular body and just wanted to throw herself all over it.
But if this was a joke, it would be the cruelest. She looked into his eyes, worried.
“What is it?” he asked. “Why won’t you let yourself live?”
“I already shouldn’t have let go like I did last night. In front of an employee.”
“We already covered this,” he said, brushing her loose hair out of her face. “Friend, not employee.” His hand trailed over her shoulder. “More than friend, if you let me.”
“I don’t know,” she said, shuddering at his touch.
“What if you stopped worrying about consequences, the money, the business? When was the last time you let yourself just live a little?”
She sighed, looking at the window and the closed blinds in front of it. She’d been shutting out the light for so long. The sun would rise soon. She’d have to go to work.
But right now, Magnus was here, and her body was too aware of him.
What was she going to do with him?
“Are you sober?” he asked, running his hands down to her waist, squeezing the soft flesh there. She tensed, realizing Ed had never done that.
Magnus really did seem to think every part of her was beautiful. When he looked at her, his focus was on her alone. Almost as if he’d fallen for her.
He felt her tension and pulled back, standing up. He put his hands up, and she couldn’t help noticing how large and well formed they were. She had to be a man so much at work, she’d forgotten how much she was a woman.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t pressure you. I’m really attracted, and I promise I’m not after your business. But if you want to keep things professional—”
She cut him off by lunging off the couch and knocking him off balance. He let out a little oof as she knocked him onto the carpet and ended up sitting on top of him.
She could feel his hard abs under her hips, his firm chest under her hands, and let out a small sigh. Just a taste couldn’t hurt, could it? He was right. She hadn’t been living. She hadn’t wanted to allow herself.
But when would she have another chance?
She put a finger over his shocked, slightly parted mouth. “Don’t tell anyone about this,” she said. “We’re not going to do this again.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t agree.”
“Whatever.” She ran her hands over his chest. She was fully sober now but drunk on the feel of him, the heat of his body, the beauty of his eyes. The kindness he always showed, even when teasing her.
The way it felt to be safe again, even if it was through someone she hired.
She wanted to buy into the fantasy, just for a moment.
She grabbed the hem of his tee shirt and pulled it up, taking a look at him.
He laughed. “Want me to take that off for you?”
She shook her head, pulling it up over his head and substantial arms so he was bared to her. “Damn,” she said. “You’re gorgeous.”
“That’s my line,” he teased, resting his head back and letting her devour him with her eyes.
She felt over every ridge of his abs, touched his small nipples, then felt along the sloped edges of his huge pecs. Masculine perfection in her hands.
“What am I, a piece of meat?” he asked.
She cocked her head. “Is that a problem?”
“Not at all,” he said. “Enjoy it.”
She shook her head, flushing. “This is stupid. What am I doing?”
His hands found her waist again, trailing down to her hips, and a little thrill ran down her spine and settled with a warm heat between her legs.
She wanted him. This. Now.
She leaned over him, a hand on either side of his head, and kissed him on the lips, taking him by surprise. He didn’t take long to acclimate, his hand snaking around her head to hold her there as his lips parted and his tongue slipped inside her mouth.
She squirmed, unable to escape as he took control of her mouth, swiping through her like a storm, making the heat between her legs more unbearable as she wriggled against him.
He was in no hurry to stop kissing her, though, and she felt herself grow wet just from the feel of his body under her, his experienced lips and tongue exploring her, the strength of his hand holding her captive, making her finish what she’d started.
She no longer knew who was dominating who, and she didn’t care.
She thrust her tongue in to meet with his and rubbed her hips along his hard body, loving the stimulation there. He smiled against her lips and lifted her hips, repositioning her slightly so she was over his building erection.
She moaned, pushing against it. It felt even better there, sliding between her still-clothed legs.
How good would it feel inside her? The thought made her tremble.
“You want me?” he asked, pulling back to whisper against her ear as she tried to catch her breath. Her whole body was overwhelmed with him, and they’d only barely began.
She nodded emphatically and felt him lift her in the air and flip her over. She winced as she dropped but then felt the soft cushions of the couch underneath her.
He’d just tossed her there like she weighed nothing. Maybe to him she did.
She wriggled as he set one muscular thigh between the cushions and the back of the couch and positioned the other between her legs. This enabled him to grind up against her easily, letting her ride his leg and his member as his whole body encapsulated her beneath him.
He kissed her again, this time on the side of her neck, and little sparks of pleasure shot through her, bringing her closer to the edge of something amazing.
Grinding like this felt like something teenagers did, yet totally hot and right, as his hand sought her breast, squeezing gently and then a little harder, making her moan again.
His lips came up to claim her mouth, taking her in a deep kiss as he continued their rhythmic thrusts. One hand trailed over her shoulder and around her back while the other found her breast again, tweaking at the nipple that was now hard and pressing against her thin bra.
“So hot,” he said. “You’re so gorgeous, Lindy.”
She writhed, willing to believe him when he so easily made her body feel this good. “More.”
He increased the speed of everything, and it felt like he was everywhere, his lips on her neck, her ears, her lips, his hand on her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. She was weightless, supported, safe, and feeling more pleasure than she’d ever felt in her life.
He slipped a finger down between her legs and lifted himself up slightly, giving him room to work. The direct stimulation had a powerful effect almost immediately, and she rose, orgasm ripping through her as she screamed and held him close. Her nails scrabbled over his back as if she couldn’t gain tight enough purchase.