Savoring licking that made me long to feel him doing the same between my legs. My hands went to his hair, sliding through it, tugging.
When he wrapped his arms around me, I arched, curving into his hands.
Just as he had in his office, he had me on my back on the couch before I realized he was moving me, his mouth swallowing my surprised gasp.
The robe gave way to his dexterous fingers; then he was cupping my breasts, kneading them with soft, rhythmic squeezes.
"James – "
"Shh." He sucked on my lower lip, his fingers rolling and tugging my tender nipples. "It was driving me crazy knowing you were naked beneath your robe."
"You came over without – Oh! Oh, God…"
His mouth surrounded the tip of my breast, the wash of heat bringing a mist of perspiration to my skin.
My gaze darted frantically to the clock on the cable box. "James, no."
