Everything You Are by Evelyn Lyes

blue eyes lifted to hers, they were unfocused and his pupils dilated. “Jane,” he whispered. His hand caught her wrist and he drew her down until their eyes were on the same level. He took off her glasses and set them on the nightstand.
    She knew what was going to happen and, at that knowledge, the heat that was already there, in the pit of her stomach, burst like a volcano.
    His mouth brushed against hers. He kissed her, slowly, deeply, while his hand slid from her hip to her back and then it trailed up her spine until it reached her shoulder blades. His fingers splayed and he pressed her closer as he reclined back.
    She should have pushed him away and she should have run away as fast as her legs could carry her, but instead her arms embraced his shoulders. She sighed into his mouth. He had been away these past weeks, and the only connection that they’d had was his evening calls, and yet... He had filled her mind so completely. He was there inside her head every night after their chat, when she lay in bed, waiting for sleep to claim her. He was so handsome and so dangerous for her peace of mind and her heart. If she didn't watch out, she might fall for him. But haven't you already fallen for him? a small voice so similar to Mark's asked her.
    The kiss ended. “Jane.” His whisper caressed her mouth. Holding her tightly against him, he rolled them around, so that he was half-lying on her, his hips between her legs. Their eyes met and she drowned in the icy blue of his irises.
    Her hands caressed his face. She had been wanting him and yearning for him since Italy, or maybe even before that, but that was not something she was willing to admit to herself, not even now. Maybe she had already fallen in love with him. It would explain why right now she felt spellbound, as if nothing mattered but him. She fixed her eyes on his mouth. She wanted him to kiss her again
    “Jane,” he whispered again before he leaned over her. His mouth kissed the side of her neck then slid down until the collar of her shirt stopped its progress. His tongue wetted the curve of her shoulder, while his hand smoothed down her side.
    She tilted her head aside, sighing, while she tugged on the strands of his hair. This was bad, so bad. She should have left twenty minutes ago and yet she was still there, unable to move, unable to push him away.
    “Oh, Jane.” The breeze of his words tickled her skin. His mouth captured hers in a searing kiss.
    She was lost in his touch, in the heat of his hands that slid under her shirt and caressed her skin. The hands that made her moan and tremble. The hands that made her arch her body and call his name.
    He pushed the skirt that pooled around her hips higher. With his mouth on hers, one of his hands was still cradling her neck, while the fingers of the other grazed the skin of her inner thigh. He fumbled with her panties.
    She felt something hot and smooth press against her and she knew what it was. This was going too far. Somewhere in the edge of her mind, she knew that she was making a mistake by allowing herself to get swept away like this, but she didn't want him to stop. No, she wanted to feel everything that he was willing to give her, even though she would never mean anything to him. All she wanted in that moment was him. Even if it was just for a second, she wanted to feel as if he saw more in her than just his personal assistant.
    He pushed into her.
    Pain pierced her and her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, while her cry was lost in his mouth. He filled her so completely. The pain persisted, but as he started to move in and out of her, gently, slowly, like undulation of the sea, the pain slowly faded away.
    His hand on the back of her neck tilted her head, he deepened the kiss, forcing her to breathe through her nose.
    Her nails scratched his back as she opened wider to his plunges. A heated tension, sharp and deep pooled inside her.
    His mouth was devouring her, seducing her, while his hips rolled