Silk Confessions by Joanne Rock

and gently thrust his way inside.
    Stretching around him, her body worked to accommodate his. He eased her back down to the table, settling her there so he could free his hands to touch her.
    Eyes falling closed as he spread her with his fingers, Tempest shuddered from the wave of pleasure, a tiny foreshadow of the completion she knew would follow. The skill of his touch amazed her, his finger zeroing in on her clit again and again, even as he moved inside her with long, devastating strokes. She opened her eyes to see his burning into her with enough heat to singe her very soul.
    Confusion and pleasure tangled inside her, startling her with how much she wanted this man. He was giving her everything he had, his deft touch taking her swiftly to the highest of sensual peaks, and yet she wanted even more…
    Sealing her mouth to his, she kissed away her doubts, her fears, until only the heat remained. Her fingers sank into his skin, clinging, as he played between her thighs. His hips ground against hers, filling her so completely she thought she’d fly right apart.
    Waves of pleasure crashed over her, pummeling herwith their intensity. Her thighs locked, squeezing him tight to her until his release claimed him, too. Their shouts mingled, breathless and raw, bodies seizing with aftershocks. Lights danced behind her eyes, a star-studded spectacular just for her. She’d never had an orgasm like that. Not even close.
    She almost hated to open her eyes and end this moment in case she never felt that way again. A depressing thought.
    Wes’s arms coming around her waist saved her from having to make that decision, however. He readjusted her, lifting her off the table where she’d somehow fallen back in a slump, his hands cradling her from the hard mahogany surface.
    “Are you okay?” His voice, filled with more tender concern than she’d expected from a man of hard edges, warmed her insides.
    She knew that kind of thinking was downright dangerous. As a closet romantic nursing a hunger for soap operas, Tempest knew that real life didn’t operate the way she wanted. Therefore, sexy, honorable men like Wes Shaw could never be expected to fork over a bouquet of daisies and start a courtship just because they had wild sex on her conference room table.
    Far from it.
    The man who had run at the first hint of too much publicity was probably already busy looking for the door. Forcing herself to keep things light between them, she drew in a stabilizing breath.
    “Just a little dazed, I think.” Smiling with as much composure as she could manage, Tempest pried her eyes open. “That was something else, Detective.”
     
    H ELL YEAH it was something else. Something out of this world and off his personal record books. Somethingcompletely unexpected and mind-blowing. It also happened to be eye-crossing, bone-incinerating and brain-scrambling.
    Not that he planned to share any of that with Tempest.
    “Damn straight it was.” He kissed her, more than happy to allow the heat between them to do his talking for him. “You think anybody heard us?”
    “Only Rebecca. And I didn’t hire her because she can type fast.” She eased up, her naked body brushing his and making him want her all over again. “She’s my assistant because we went to school together. I’ve never had a tryst in my office before, but I trust her to keep all my secrets.”
    Prying himself away from her before he pushed her back against the table all over again, Wes scouted around for clothes. Did it make him an awful person that he was grateful for the office setting that prohibited intimate post-coital conversations? Not that he wouldn’t have appreciated the chance to hold Tempest’s body against his a little longer. But the level of their sex connection had thrown him for a major loop.
    “Good.” He tossed her a skirt while he zipped up. “I meant what I said before about not wanting to cause a stir for you. I didn’t expect things to get so…out of hand