Free Dating A Cougar by Donna McDonald Page B

helped him stand. It was a nice way to find out she was strong and had a firm grip.
    They walked to an open wall in her office and Alexa leaned back against it without a smile or eye twinkle in sight. Her eyes were dark blue sapphires, cold and uninterested.
    Casey held up a finger to her signaling to wait while he walked to the door, threw the lock, and then walked back to her. He used the time both to shore up his own courage and to keep from getting mad at her for fighting the attraction between them so much.
    “If this is my one chance to convince you, I don’t want any interruptions,” he told her as he walked back.
    Casey stepped close to Alexa and brought his hands to her arms, rubbing them for comfort while she pressed herself back into the wall. She was tight and tense under his hands, but he felt a tremor too, which told him she was more affected than she wanted him to know.
    He leaned into her and whispered. “You make me nervous as hell, but it isn’t going to stop me. I need to kiss you.”
    When she opened her mouth to respond, Casey took advantage of it and closed his lips over hers. Instead of moving though, he just held himself still, absorbing the various quakes starting in both of them. Then he moved his lips across hers gently, and inserted one of his legs between hers, leaning his knee intimately against hers. When a bigger tremor shook them both, Casey had to pull his lips away to keep from devouring her.
    He leaned back a little to look in her eyes. “Kissing you is even better than I imagined, Alexa. Are you feeling anything yet? Be honest.”
    She started to answer his question, but he just repeated the process of cutting her off again with his mouth. This time there was nothing gentle in what he did. His mouth was hungry as his tongue slipped inside to graze her teeth before moving on to tangle with her tongue.
    Hands previously fisted at her sides came up to Casey’s waist. Casey groaned in pleasure as Alexa clutched two handfuls of shirt there.
    His hands slid down her arms and around her back, and then dipped down to lift her hips against his. He let his weight fall into her then, pressing her hard against the wall. She arched, matching her hips to his.
    When he tore his mouth away from hers, he swore and pulled her hips tighter against the erection he wanted her to acknowledge—hell, crave.
    “Kiss me back, Alexa,” he demanded against her mouth, his lips touching hers as he talked. “I can tell you want to. Stop fighting what is between us.”
    Alexa swore harshly, but pulled him closer. Casey felt her slide a long, jeans clad leg up one of his to lock it around his waist. And then he felt one of her hands move up behind his neck. When she touched her mouth to his, the contact was electric. She moaned into his mouth and Casey shook so hard he had to let go and brace both hands on the wall to keep from taking both of them to the floor.
    Diving in deeper wasn’t a conscious decision. Neither was rocking his erection against the cradle of her thighs and center of her heat. Both were just something happening that seemed as important as breathing to him.
    “Casey.” She breathed his name against his mouth as she broke for air, and then desperately returned for more.
    While Casey held them up, Alexa pulled his tongue into her mouth and sucked so hard he thought he might erupt. He wanted to pull back and look at her, to see her desire for him, but he couldn’t yet bear putting the necessary distance between their bodies.
    Casey felt Alexa freeing his shirt from his jeans and seconds later her hands found their way between their bodies to Casey’s chest. She let go of his mouth and wound herself around his neck again. Then she let go of his neck and moved her hands down to his waistband of his jeans again. He was thrilled she was on the edge and trying to get to him.
    When he heard the snap of his jeans give way, Casey stilled his hips at last. He honestly hadn’t meant to take things so