Free Flight from Mayhem by Yasmine Galenorn

of movement, I slid my hand down the front of his pants and wrapped my hand around him. He was thick and hard, and all I could think of was how much I wanted him inside me. My breath short, I gave him a slow squeeze, and—as he moaned—pushed him away as I leaned down to take off my boots and kick off my jeans.
    The moment I was free of them, Alex pinned me against the door again, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he cradled my butt. My breasts ached, and I yanked up my shirt. While holding me fast with one hand, he reached for my breast with his other and kneaded the flesh, his fingers pinching my nipple and sending a sharp ache of pleasure knifing through me.
    â€œI wish I could stay with you when sunrise comes.” He pressed his lips against mine, crushing my mouth with his, catching my lip on one of his fangs. A drop of blood welled up and his eyes grew wide as he flicked it away with his tongue, but he didn’t press the issue.
    My stomach was a barrel of knots as I whispered, “Fuck me before we’re interrupted.”
    â€œYou want it, love? You want me in you, all hard and sweaty?”
    I let out a low laugh. “You don’t sweat. Get your cock inside me, Radcliffe.”
    Alex shifted, and I slid onto him, my legs still wrapped around his waist. He began to grind against me, his thick, hard shaft driving me back against the door as we rattled it with our rhythmic thumping. I let out a low groan as he filled me full, and then—before I knew what he was doing—we were on the floor and he was above me, shifting as he drove deeper and deeper.
    I closed my eyes, the tidal wave of sensation taking me out of myself, out of my head. Everything except his touch melted away. His mouth on my breasts, his body sliding against mine—that cool, icy feel of him deep inside me, stoking my need. My hands were on his back, his muscles taut beneath my fingers as I drew him closer, my breasts pressing against his chest as his hips swiveled until it felt like he was in the very center of my core. He reached down with one hand, fingering me, and the room began to spin as my thoughts vanished and everything became a wash of desire. I tried to catch my breath but couldn’t—the hunger was so deep and the ache so vast—and then, like sea foam crashing against the shore, I came, cresting as the wave filled my need.
    Alex let out a low moan, his back arching, and then he slumped in my arms, still deep within me, and softly kissed my nose. “My woman.”
    I shifted beneath him, kissing him gently. Those two words made me vaguely uncomfortable and yet . . . they made me feel needed. After a moment, I sucked in a long breath and let it out slowly.
    â€œI suppose we had better get dressed. I’m pretty sure Ralph’s done with Lydia by now.”
    â€œYou always have to be so logical.” But he slowly pushed himself away, then rolled over and let out a satisfied snicker. “Think Ralph might have an eye for the girl?”
    â€œNot really. Ralph will find somebody, don’t you worry about that.” I sat up, then pushed myself to my feet. I hadn’t planned for sex, but Alex had a box of wet wipes in his desk and I quickly cleaned up, then dressed again as he pulled up his pants and fastened his belt. “I’m not that comfortable, you know. Having sex here. It doesn’t feel . . . appropriate.”
    â€œRomantic, aren’t you?” But his voice was light, and the bad mood seemed to have passed. “You’re right, and really—this shouldn’t happen. We should keep it professional at the office. But, damn it, Shimmer. You’re so . . . I don’t know. Every time I’m around you, all I can think about is how much I want you.” He stroked my arm, then leaned over to kiss me again, this time gently and on the cheek. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, it felt like I was seeing myself