Free Shifter’s Surrender by Jennifer Dellerman Page B

into your clenching body. And you’ll come for me, Kaylie. You’ll come all over my hand. And once you’re good and slick,” the wicked words paused as he shifted his lips to her other side, keeping her off balance, “I’ll rub my cock through your cream, spreading your arousal. Then I will penetrate that tender opening, stretching the swollen folds of your pussy until you’re begging for all of me.”
    Kaylie nearly begged for all of him right then. She’d underestimated him. Licking her lips she realized, belatedly, that Dean did know what he was doing, using explicit words to trigger her brain into imagining him doing all those things he’d said to her. Raising her arousal to a fever pitch without even touching her. Her body was shaking now, and she thought—with the tiny part of her that could still think—he might be right. She might not last three minutes once he buried himself to the hilt. But right now, who the hell cared?
    Her lips parted, glistening from her tongue. “So you accept?”
    Dean was suddenly in front of her, his hands gripping her waist and lifting her, taking her to his massive desk. “Vehemently.”

Chapter Eight
    Once Dean had Kaylie on the desk, he slipped in between her jean-clad thighs and cupped her head gently in his strong hands. He straightened to his full height, forcing her to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. There was a gentleness in his eyes she hadn’t expected and it threw her. One hand slid the elastic band that held her hair in a ponytail off, and he just stood there for a minute, searching her eyes as if seeking the answers to life itself, slowly threading his hand through the silky strands.
    Then in a sudden move that nearly had Kaylie letting out a groan of dismay, he pulled away, went to the door and turned the lock.
    “Oh,” she whispered, thankful that someone was thinking. Sort of. While sex at work was far from appropriate, Dean was the boss. Getting caught, though, was not high on her list of priorities. Having his lips on hers, well, that was.
    Instead of slipping between her splayed legs on his return, Dean picked up her feet and swung her legs around the desk, causing a giggle to escape and papers to sail onto the floor. Wedging his thighs between hers he simply stated, “Don’t like my back to a door.” Then he yanked her close, one hand wide at her lower back, pressing her tight to his hips. The other hand he used to tilt her head as his lips finally came into contact with hers.
    Kaylie tasted the passion in his kiss and greedily took more. Her arms snaked around his neck, her legs wrapped his hips as she plastered herself to his heat.
    Their passion was more than a simmer, it coursed through her veins, thick and forceful, as he ravaged her mouth. His tongue plunged in time with his groin as he rocked his erection against her wet center.
    Not enough. Not nearly enough.
    Briefly breaking the kiss to gasp for air, Kaylie murmured, “Off,” as she tunneled her hands under his shirt.
    Dean released her to jerk the shirt over his head, and when she would have latched on to him again, he forced her back onto the desk with one hand. “No time,” he panted, pulling her own shirt and bra up on her body in one motion. Then he simply stared at her bared breasts; her puckered nipples begged for attention. Just as Kaylie squirmed with impatience, Dean whispered, “beautiful,” and then leaned over her to take one breast in his mouth.
    It was like she’d been struck with lightening. Kaylie arched under him, crying out softly as he suckled her flesh. Desire, white hot, shot through her and she held his head to her in a death grip. He flicked her nipple with his tongue and then bit down gently. She felt as if she were going to explode in lust and shock. Her breasts were never this sensitive. Was it because of the mating heat, or was it Dean?
    He moved to latch on to her neglected breast, and another spark of electricity arrowed straight between her legs,