Naughty Nicks by Christine d'Abo Page B

distance between them, he reached up and braced his hands against the doorjamb. “You took your shirt off.”
    The tip of her pink tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip. “Do you have a problem with that?”
    “Yes I do.” Blake hooked a finger around each of her bra straps, tugging them gently. “I wanted to strip you.”
    Kim’s eyes fluttered closed. “I can put it back on if you—”
    “Don’t you dare.”
    He slid his hands down her arms and then shifted over to circle her waist. She was slim without being too skinny, a testament to her exercise routine. Goosebumps rose across her stomach in the wake of his touch.
    “You’re so beautiful.” He ran a finger along the waistline of her jeans. “I used to get mad at myself for remembering how sexy you are naked. I’m far too old for you. And your boss.”
    “You’re not old. I’m more than happy to quit if that would make a difference.”
    “Old enough. And if you quit I would never be able to run Nicks on my own. You’re the soul of that place.” Neither age nor position mattered to him in that moment. This wasn’t mindless sex with some stranger. This was Kim and she was his for the taking. He wasn’t fool enough to reject the gift she offered him. “I want to savor this. You.”
    Her groan encouraged him to tug on the button of her jeans, freeing it with little effort. Her stomach fluttered, the muscles going wild as he slowly tugged the zipper down, exposing a delicate pair of lace panties beneath. The scent of her arousal had his cock twitching with anticipation. Not that he was going to jump to the main attraction immediately. If he had one benefit over younger men, it was his patience when it came to seduction.
    Blake walked her backward until the backs of her knees connected with her bed. It only took one gentle shove to send her to the mattress, the weight of her body shaking the mountain of comforters. There was so much he should be saying to her, things that would need to be discussed about what this meant to him, their relationship. How freaked out he was that in the light of day, she’d want nothing more to do with him.
    All important conversations that they would have. Later.
    The carpet cushioned his knees as he got to the floor, tugging her jeans off over her hips as he went. Kim helped by lifting up and wiggling herself free from her denim confines. He’d purposely left her panties in place for the moment, wanting to savor the feel of them.
    “Come to the edge of the bed. Put your legs over my shoulders.”
    With the difference in their height, Blake was easily able to lean in to touch her pussy. Not yet. First, he kissed the inside of her thigh. The smell of her body cream was strong and he took his time enjoying it. This was the scent that would linger for ages after Kim had left the office. It enticed and comforted him. Closing his eyes, he pressed his nose firmly against the meaty part of her thigh and drew a deep breath.
    “I can’t smell jasmine now without getting hard.” He gently bit down, before licking the spot. “I avoid the cosmetics section in department stores now because of you.”
    Kim groaned, her legs tightening against him.
    “I love the way you smell almost as much as I love the way you feel. You’re much softer than I remembered.”
    His fingers brushed against the top of her panties. The lace caught on his rough fingertips, pulling slightly as he caressed. Blake wanted to strip them from her, to finally be able to see her pussy, taste her essence. As he wrapped his fingers around the thin fabric, he looked up. Kim met his gaze, her eyes had darkened and her mouth had fallen open.
    “I’m going to lick you until you scream.” God, was that his voice? It was rough, ragged in a way he’d never heard before.
    Kim sighed as she reached down to touch his face. “Please.”
    His fingers moved of their own volition, pulling the lace free to expose her core to him. It took some maneuvering to free her of