Free Sheila's Passion by Lora Leigh Page B

interested in what you’re up to.”
    Her hips tilted upward, causing her lower stomach to press and rub against the erection barely contained by his jeans.
    Releasing her wrists he allowed one hand to slide along her arm until he reach her underarm. From there, his hand skimmed down her side, to her lifted leg. Curving his fingers beneath her thigh, he reached around until he could rub the silk of her panties against her sensitive pussy.
    There, he found her hot and wet, the juices of her pussy dampening her panties as he rubbed against the sensitive bare lips beneath the material.
    Her head tilted back. Dark, violet eyes became drowsy, heavy-lidded as her hand smoothed back down his abs to the heavy arousal beneath his jeans.
    “You make me want to bite nails.” His tone was between a growl and a hungry groan. A sound he had never made before with a woman he couldn’t stop wanting, no matter how often he had her.
    “Is that what you want to do?” she asked softly, her fingers curving around the hard shaft pounding beneath them.
    “That, among other things.” Narrowing his eyes, he watched her closely, wondering how far she would go.
    It was the first time she had made the first move; was she willing to continue that path? At least, for as long as he could allow it.
    He was all for Sheila making her mark on him. Hell, there were nights he dreamed of it, fantasized about it.
    Then, her hand slid away as disappointment began to tighten his body. But only as long as it took for him to realize those slender, delicate hands were gripping the hem of her camisole top and slowly easing it upward until she drew it over her head.
    His breath caught, then he completely lost the ability to breathe as the sheer lace of her bra revealed the spiked, dark pink of her nipples as they begged so prettily for attention.
    They were pert and eager for his touch, and he couldn’t resist lifting his hands and framing the generous mounds that cushioned the candied perfection.
    Raking his thumbs over them, he watched as her breathing roughened, a flush rushed across her face, and the drowsy sensuality in her expression increased.
    Busy, industrious, and determined, her fingers hadn’t forgotten their task, either.
    They loosened his belt, sliding one end free of the other before they moved to each of the metal buttons. They slipped free easily, the heavy denim parting to reveal the engorged, iron-hard length of his cock.
    His teeth clenched as her fingers, cool and slender, inquisitive and filled with eager pleasure, wrapped partially around the shaft and began to caress it.
    “Fuck. Sheila, love, I don’t know if I can stand this for long.”
    “Ah, poor baby,” she whispered as his lips moved over hers, then brushed over them.
    “I bet you think this is all the courage I have in me too.” She was laughing. Casey could hear the amusement in her voice and it only spurred his determination that tonight, in this office, he would damned well own her when they were finished.
    He was sick of this damned cat-and-mouse game they kept playing. Sick of chasing after her, knowing damned good and well she wanted him clear to her soul, and yet she still refused to admit it.
    “You belong to me.” It was a warning, and one he hoped she took seriously.
    But as he made the claim, he made certain she couldn’t fight against it too hard.
    As the words slipped from his lips, he slid two fingers past the elastic leg of her panties and speared into the slick, heated depths of her pussy.
    A cry tore from her lips as her back arched and her head fell back weakly.
    Pleasure suffused her expression, tightened her nipples further, and sent a rush of juices flowing over his fingers.
    Soft, slick; he knew the taste of it, and ached for it.
    He could spread her out, right there on his desk, and taste her as he craved.
    But Sheila had other plans.
    Surprise raced through him once again as one small hand speared into his hair, her fingers gripping the strands