Deeper Healing

26| Kiss Me

Nikolai Coleman

My eyes glazed over the boldly written words of the article on my laptop I had been fruitlessly working on for the past fifteen minutes, my hand loosening my tie that suddenly made my neck feel constricted and scorching.

The harder I tried to focus, the more the words sounded like gibberish in my racing mind.

Fuck.

I removed the tie completely in one flick of my fingers, discarding it recklessly on my desk as I leaned back into my chair with a soft guttural groan, raking my hair back with both hands. The frustration was fucking me deep in the balls and she was the root of the torturous agony I felt right now.

Leilani Edwards.

She'd been sleeping for barely half an hour, distracting me as I watched her with a lustful gaze. That wasn't anything extraordinary given that watching her sleep was becoming a hobby, but this was different by thunder.

She was moaning lightly in her sleep and to my ears, those delicious noises were the loudest and most arousing thing my mind had processed at a terrifying speed all day.

I popped open two buttons from my shirt before rolling up the sleeves of my shirt to my elbows. I was too hot and bothered to be properly clothed.

The sun had set already and it was dark in the office since the lights were off, but with the city lights from towers as tall as this building, there was enough light illuminated for me to see her face and how tightly her legs were clenched.

Fuck. Those insanely inviting long legs.

I shut my laptop closed with one hand, the other rubbing my right knee firmly to try and divert the scorching heat from my groin. I clenched my fist firmly and softly banged it on the desk when that simple action did nothing but generate extra liquid heat that shot jolts of electricity down my spine.

Okay, a bit of scotch can fix this madness.

I stood up, wincing sharply when I felt the stiff hot mess in my groin. I was fucking hard, as hard as I'd been the last time she'd humped my leg thinking I couldn't feel her rub herself against me.

I couldn't move without feeling the throbbing ache in my slacks, verged on maximum discomfort and demanding release. Only she could do this to me. Only she had the power to paralyse me this much with ferocious need.

I swallowed hard, tearing my eyes from her and walking around the desk to the wine fridge. I could do this. I had to maintain my self-control like I had all these weeks. Yes, I had this under control and it was nothing I couldn't handle with graceful composure.

"Ah," a soft moan erupted from across the room.

Fuck. Fuck. Fucking fuck.

I turned around swiftly, my feet carrying me diligently and quietly to where she slept. Scotch my ass. Only she could fix this mess since it was her doing. It was all for her. Every inch and throb of it.

In less than five seconds, I stood before her, standing in such a position that I faced her but without blocking her face from the light. I exhaled deeply in agony, looking at her beautiful face. She was beautiful in every form, even now with her eyes closed and teeth sunk into her bottom lip.

My gaze fell from her face to her lower body and I felt my cock throb harder. Her dress had ridden up her thighs a little due to the way her legs were crossed, exposing part of her pantyhose-clad thighs.

My hand had been there moments ago, forcing its way gently between those bountiful legs of seduction with my fingers digging into her flesh.

It was so warm and tight with the way her thighs closed me in, giving me ideas of what being inside her would feel like. My fingers had been inches away from her panties; I could feel it by the way it got sensually warmer the higher I went.