Chapter 2

With my fingers gliding across his flesh, I kept contact as I moved around to his back and across the broad expanse between each shoulder, afterward, I ran my fingers in a soft caress over the nape of his neck—God, how I'd always wanted to touch him in this way—and then began making my way over to the opposite shoulder, shortly coming around to his collarbone.

Afterward, with a pivot of my fingertips, and practiced turns of my feet, I came a full one hundred and eighty degrees, facing him again.

As I gazed into his eyes, my breathing increased, and I felt myself give a small pant as I moved my fingers down to his chest. Then, without so much as a pause in my actions, I lowered myself toward the floor. 

In a slight squat, I maintained the position for several seconds, moving my hips to the beat before easing my way back up. Once again standing and with slow deliberateness, I let my knees brush his crotch, my breasts hovering near his face. 

Seconds later and with a seductive move, I placed my leg on top of his thigh before letting it slide slowly across its width. With only the tips of my toes touching the floor, I slowly lowered my butt onto his spread thighs. The v'd hollow between his thighs cradled my butt, and I laced my arms around his neck, continuing to move, teasing him with my body.

Leaning forward, I allowed my lips to almost brush his, then after a soft exhalation, I backed off: a manipulative move to leave him wanting a taste of the lips I'd offered. Then, as slow as I'd climbed on his lap, I inched my way back off, unwrapping one leg at a time from the back of the chair as I slid with taunting eroticism backward off his lap until I was once again standing between his legs. 

Afterward, bending forward, I placed my hands on top of his knees, then moving my face back towards his, I gave him a light brushing of my tongue across his lips, being sure to leave him hungering for more as I withdrew. 

Afterward, lowering my body towards the floor again, I moved my face from side to side near his stomach. Sliding my hands to the insides of his thighs, I began working my hands up toward his crotch in a slow caress, only stopping just short of touching the increasing bulge. 

Shortly, following the move, I began moving my hands back down, kneading and caressing the bunching and tensing of muscles beneath my fingers as I did. With breath damn near hissing through my lips, I realized how badly I wanted Torin and how badly I wanted to make him want me. 

With that clarity, I rose to my feet and stood before him, moving my body in slow rhythmic figure eights. A sexy pout graced my lips as I ran my hands over my breast, down my stomach, then lower still as I gave a light stroke to the sensitive area between my legs. 

One stroke, two, before I lifted my arms and reached out, sliding the moisture on my fingers across his lips before withdrawing, I placed my hands against his chest. I could feel the firm pectoral muscles beneath my palms trembling and need raced through me at the knowledge of his arousal. 

In a slow, playful action, I gave him a firm shove, reseating him in his chair, as he'd almost come out of it when I'd slid my wet fingers across his lip. A thrill washed through me, for I was doing things I had only ever dreamed of. And with each action, I grew more damp, more aroused. Small expulsions of need escaped my mouth as the growing hunger within me became unbearable. 

Torin's hands twitched in his effort to restrain himself from touching. He hadn't so much as laid a finger on me and I was becoming a needy, throbbing mess. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to caress my breast, to run his fingers up my thighs until he reached the weeping folds that begged for his touch—to bury those fingers deep within me. 

A small hungry hiss of breath escaped my lips as I lowered myself back onto his lap, wanting to make him touch me. Wrapping my legs back around the chair, I kept one hand on his shoulder as I leaned backward. Arching my back, I jutted my breast toward the ceiling, beginning a gentle rocking motion against him.

I rode his erection in slow motion for several seconds, before releasing his shoulder, I leaned all the way back, touching the floor with one hand as I continued to gyrate.  Afterward,  I brought the other arm back,  laying that hand on the floor as well. 

My body quaked with the arousal cruising through it, and I damn near exploded when, with nostrils flared and eyes dilated, a groan ripped loose of Torin's throat. Reaching out, he grasped me around the ribs, just below my breast. Then lifting me back into a sitting position, he swooped forward as lips soft, sensuous, and seductive, he grazed them against my own as he wrapped a hand in my hair. 

With a jerk, he pulled my mouth hard against his, all the while pumping against me, his erection stroking me through our clothing. Drawing back slightly, voice husky, he breathed, "I want you."

I couldn't control the whimper that escaped my lips in my need as I moaned, "Oh God, Torin."

Raising a hand, he cupped my chin, then lifting my face, he looked into my eyes. After a few seconds of examining them, he growled, "What she give you, Sweetheart?"

Lowering my feet to the floor, I jerked out of his arms, beginning to back up. Pain, embarrassment, and shame washed over me for who I had become, and suddenly seeing myself through his eyes. I gave a shake of my head. "Got no clue."

Climbing to his feet, he gave a slight hiss. Then bending at the waist, he growled, "Fucking, son of a bitch," as he pushed his shoulder into my midsection. Afterward, grabbing me around the thighs, he rose back up. Stomping over to the door, he threw it open, before continuing into the hallway, he headed toward the door at the end of it.