Free His Pawn (The Manhattan Tales Book 1) by Willa Thorne Page B

said nothing.  I knew I was playing with fire, but my desire had consumed me.  The stone mask he’d worn earlier was now replaced with a look of tenderness as he repositioned the both of us in one swift movement.  He lay on top of me on the large sofa and kissed me softly on the lips before he trailed his mouth down my neck.  My hands moved to his pants, eager to unfasten him and see his length, but he instead took my wrists in one grip.  His light brown eyes looked into mine.
    “I don’t want you to worry about a thing.”
    His voice was raspy with need. Then I heard the zipper of his pants and he repositioned himself on me. I couldn’t see his length, but I felt it pressed against my inner thigh. I let out a deep breath, realizing how nervous I truly was. 
    He grabbed a condom from the pocket of his pants and tore the foil.  Suddenly I remembered something.
    “Is that latex?”  I asked.
    “Yes, why?”  He asked.
    “I’m allergic to latex.” I answered.
    “Why didn’t you say anything before?”  He asked, all tenderness gone from his voice.  He was clearly irritated with me.
    “I just remembered that time when I was in tenth grade when I had a really bad allergic reaction to the latex gloves in biology lab.”
    “Right.  I had to pick you up from school and drive you to the ER.”
    “Do you have non-latex condoms?”  I asked. 
    “No,” he answered, annoyed.
    “Being a virgin, I guess you’re not on the pill.”
    “Actually, I am.” I responded.  I didn’t feel the need to explain that the pill was supposed to help regulate my cycles.
    “Thank fuck,” he said, tossing the condom to the floor.  “I’m clean, and I hate using those things.” 
    He returned to his position over me and I wrapped my arms around him tenderly as our lips met.  This time, I gently slid my tongue into his mouth and caressed his tongue with my own
    “I will enjoy these breasts tonight.” he said as he trailed kisses along my collarbone.
    “Enjoy them now.” I prompted with a smile.
    “All good things in time, Ms. Pryor.”
    He gave a soft tease as he sensuously ran his hands up and down my inner thighs.  Then he moved down, repositioning himself so his face was level with my heated arousal. 
      “Mmm, red lace.  Did you come here with motives, Ms. Pryor?”  I was graced with a teasing grin and it made me blush.
    “Yes, Mr. Woodward, motives, wishful thinking, and coffee.”
    I giggled as she tickled a sensitive spot on my inner thighs while he pulled my panties down my legs and finally tossed them on the floor.
    “Do you know what I would do if we were at home, rather than the office?” He asked in a velvety smooth voice.
    “What would you do?”  I asked huskily as he repositioned over me again.
      “I’d rip every piece of clothing from your body, and pull those sexy panties down your delicious ass with my teeth.  Then I would bind your wrists and ankles to the bed.” 
    His body was pressed against mine again and the tip of his cock was poking at my warm and slick entrance.  He smoothed a few stray hairs from my face and looked down on my face.  There was a genuine tenderness about him that I had not seen for many years, and certainly never like this.
      “You can have me any way you like,” I replied breathily, consumed by thick, heated desire.  How long have I wanted this? With Mason? My heart nearly jumped out of my chest with each heavy thump.
    “Are you positive?  Are you sure you want it like this? ”  He asked with a faint trace of warning in his eyes, but I ignored such warning.
    “Yes, with you,” I answered softly.  “Please, just-”
    The intercom from Mason’s office phone beeped.
    “My apologies, Mr. Woodward, but your four o’clock appointment is here.”
      “I’m still busy with Ms. Pryor.”  Mason growled.
      “Mr. Woodward, I must insist-”
      “Cancel it.” Mason snapped.
    “Very well, Mr. Woodward.”
    “Now, where were we?”