Free Engaging the Boss (Heirs of Damon) by Noelle Adams Page B

focus. The world had reduced to a hot
haze of need, and nothing mattered but the feel of this woman and the throbbing
need of his body.
    He
pushed back against her ass, letting out a breath at the delicious pressure
where he desperately needed it.
    She
moaned and pushed up against his thrust.
    Sarah.
He wanted Sarah so much.
    Some
faint hint of awareness prodded its way into his muddled mind, telling him he
couldn’t hump a sleeping woman, no matter how desperately he needed to.
    With
great effort, he started to roll over.
    As
soon as he lifted his weight from her, she whimpered in protest and raised her
hips again. “No, no,” she mumbled, her cheek pressed against the pillow and her
eyes still closed. “Don’t stop. I want it. Please. I want it.”
    She
was awake now, he realized. Whether she was before or not, he didn’t know. He
also didn’t know how awake she was. She was obviously aroused, but she
might not even be conscious of who he was.
    If
she was awake, she wasn’t likely to want him .
    “Jonathan,
please,” she breathed. “I want you. Please.” Her hands fumbled until she was clutching
the sheet beneath her with both hands.
    He
groaned low in his throat, barely audible, as he rolled over her again, moving
into the same position. If she wanted this, wanted him, there was no way he’d
be able to stop himself.
    He
pressed his groin into her soft, round ass, just as she was pressing it up
toward him. They both huffed in pleasure. Then they did it again.
    A
clumsy, half-asleep dry hump wasn’t exactly what he would have chosen, but he
needed something, he needed her . And he would take what he could get.
    Then
Sarah started shifting awkwardly beneath him, and he realized she was trying to
take off her little cotton shorts. He helped her, which was only polite.
    At
least, that was what his fuzzy brain told him.
    “Jonathan,”
she whimpered, lifting her now bare bottom toward him again. “Please, please.”
    He
reached down to feel her intimately, taking a few moments in his uncoordinated
state to find and ascertain that she was really aroused, really wet. Then he
smothered a groan, pulled his erection free of his underwear, and raised her
bottom a little more so he could align himself at her entrance.
    “Yes,
yes, I want it. Just like that.” She was still mostly on her stomach, with just
her butt in the air, and he’d never wanted anyone more.
    He
straddled her hips and pushed into her slowly, groaning silently at the intense
pleasure of being enveloped by her hot, clinging channel. She moaned
uninhibitedly as he maneuvered his way in, as if it felt just as good to her.
    He
loved how much she seemed to want him, as if she couldn’t possibly hold back
her response.
    When
he began to thrust, it was in short, tight pumps by necessity, their position
allowing nothing else. But she huffed in pleasure on each in-stroke, her hands scrambling
for purchase in the bedding and her bottom eagerly rocking up to meet his
thrusts.
    His
whole body was so tense he was shaking with it, and he was vaguely conscious of
the fact that he shouldn’t be doing this—he shouldn’t be fucking Sarah this way,
half-asleep and without discussion or preparation. But he couldn’t help it. She
obviously wanted it, and he couldn’t summon any sort of reasonable restraint.
    He
braced himself on both arms above her, working his erection inside her in a way
that produced the kind of agonizing friction he needed. He wasn’t sure how long
it lasted—the urgent tangle of hot bodies, damp flesh, accelerating breath, and
soft moans and whimpers from Sarah.
    Then
her body tightened dramatically and she gasped, “Oh, God, oh, God, I’m gonna
come.”
    His
motion intensified as he thrust into her from behind, fast and hard. Then her
body clamped down around the orgasm, and she cried out in breathy pleasure as
she shook and shuddered beneath him.
    “Jonathan,”
she rasped against the pillow. “So good. So good.”
    He
kept thrusting