He's the Boss (Dance with Me #1): Boss-Employee Romance

Chapter 18: I've Wanted This For So Long

Brooke

I'm on fire as Linc kisses me deeper, longer, and more intensely than ever before; sensations barrelling through every part of me, down my spine, commanding my attention, overriding common sense and logic. The more he kisses me, the more I lose myself in him.

He skims his hand over the bottom of my dress, down my thigh, wrapping his hand around my knee, then pulling it up so we're closer. My dress creeps up, and he presses himself between my legs. The sensation of him hot and heavy against me as his tongue slides against mine nearly causes my brain to short-circuit. I need more. I need him buried inside of me, but I'm afraid to talk, afraid that if I say something it will interrupt the spell that we're weaving, and I'm not ready for that. Not when I had to see him out with Claudia tonight.

Linc pushes my dress up a little higher and shifts his hips back, running his finger over me through my underwear, making me moan loudly into his mouth.

He pulls back to look at me. "You're so fucking perfect."

"This feels perfect," I whisper in return as he caresses me.

And when he slips his fingers underneath the material of my panties, it feels even better.

"Oh my god," I pant, shamelessly opening my legs wider so his fingers can slide into the wet heat between my legs.

His eyes flare with heat as I react. I've seen this man flirt and I've seen him playful. But right now, his gaze is hungry and sinful as it bounces between my face and where he's stroking me, and I know I won't forget this moment for as long as I live. The more he touches me, the tighter the tension inside me winds and the more aroused I grow.

"I need to see you come more than I need to dance again," he tells me.

His words thrill me, notching my pleasure higher. Tension sweeps through my body, stringing me tight as I chase my climax, my breathlessness escalating and my hips lifting up, seeking everything he can give me. Leaning over me again, he finds my mouth with his, kissing me openly, stroking me steadily, not deviating from the rhythm I need. Every cell in my body strains toward him, wanting to join with him as I come apart, gasping into his mouth as my orgasm hits me, pleasure saturating my entire body.

He draws back to look down at me, his eyes darker than they've ever been as they search mine. I'm in awe and still shocked by how much pleasure he just gave me.

"Brooke," he rasps. "I want to... fuck. Have you ever done this before?"

I worry that if I tell him the truth, we'll stop what we're doing, especially since he's been keeping his distance from me, and I want more. My body is still teetering on an edge I don't understand, considering I just climaxed. However, lying is out of the question.

"I've never had sex before."

Linc pulls back and runs a hand over his face, his tortured expression taking away any sort of floaty afterglow I imagined I'd have post-orgasm. The cool air hits me, washing over my legs and stomach. I pull my dress down and sit up, feeling empty and cold and, damn it, awkward.

It was awkward earlier, seeing him at the theatre with Claudia—the woman he could end up marrying—hanging off his arm, and now here we are again. He said he's been keeping his distance because he didn't trust himself not to kiss me and push the boundaries between us. But he still came to me tonight and he's pushed them all again, railroading right over the top of every boundary he put between us.

The thing is, I'm not mad. We can't go back in time, nor do I want to. I don't know if it's the stress or the pressure of what we're trying to achieve. I don't know whether Linc is acting out of character because his life is uncertain and this is one way for him to act out his need for freedom. But I do know that I don't want to stop kissing and touching him.