Wild for the Girl by Starr Ambrose Page B

relaxed, and a smile curled the corner of his mouth. “I was hoping you could help me with it.”
    Oh, that kind of problem. The spark in his eyes caught like fire, igniting a similar interest in her. “Now that you’ve, uh, raised the issue . . .”
    “It’s raised.” He rubbed against her.
    She closed her eyes and bit her lip. “I believe I share your problem.”
    He leaned forward, brushing his cheek against hers as he nipped at her ear. Delicious shivers raced down her back. “I was hoping you’d see it that way.”
    She did, more and more every second. She couldn’t believe how fast he could get her there. “We should go someplace to discuss it.”
    “Right here is fine.”
    Here? Working in a barn hadn’t given her the chance to nurture any office-desk fantasies, but her mind was nimble enough to latch on to this one and run with it. The mental image of Reese bending over her on the desktop sent moist heat pooling between her legs. Hooking one heel around his leg for leverage, she pushed against his erection. “Start discussing.”
    He kissed her deeply, swiping his tongue into her mouth as he slid his hand beneath her T-shirt and bra, bunching them high on her chest. His mouth followed his hands and she found his frantic lust contagious. The need to have him inside her shot up like a rocket. Frustrated by the barrier of his pants, she unfastened his belt and his fly, shoving them down along with his jockeys. His erection sprang free, hard and ready. She closed her hand over it, sliding up and down the length.
    It took five seconds before he abandoned her breasts and went to work on her jeans. Caught up in the urgency, T.J. helped him get her left boot off, followed by the left leg of her jeans. It was enough. The need building between her thighs was hot and heavy, and driving her crazy. They were both breathing fast as he boosted her onto the desk. She guided him to the right spot, urging him closer with her legs. Without hesitating, he drove into her, burying himself in her heat. She groaned and lay back, digging her fingers into his biceps as he leaned over her.
    His first thrusts were slow but hard, and each one made her gasp. What he was doing was enough to send her over the edge, but her imagination sent her there faster. She couldn’t stop picturing how he must look with his pants around his ankles and his tie dangling from his perfectly pressed shirt as he drove into her fevered body. With a sharp cry, she exploded. She sucked in a startled breath, then stopped breathing altogether as the spasms ripped through her.
    He gave a few more thrusts then stiffened under the same consuming rush of pleasure. She held on to his arms as they braced on the desk, riding out the orgasm. What seemed like a long time later, his breathing slowed and a smile slid across his face. “God, that was great. Thanks.”
    She laughed, flat against the desk with one leg still locked around his waist. “My pleasure.”
    He kissed her, then stepped back and helped her off the desk. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he said as they pulled their clothing back in place. “It was terrible.”
    She tugged her bra into place and shot a glance at him. “Gee, thanks.”
    “No, I mean, I shouldn’t be thinking about you at work, but I couldn’t stop. I was at a meeting, and the head of housekeeping was explaining that we need to buy new mattresses and bedding, and thinking about beds made me think about you. In bed.”
    “That’s better.”
    “Yeah, but that’s not all.” He finished buckling his belt and slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. “Maintenance wants to update the showerheads, so naturally talking about showers made me think about you in the shower.”
    She grinned. “Naturally.”
    He kissed her forehead, then her nose. “It was getting hard to pay attention. Then we talked about new carpet for the third-floor hallways.”
    “New carpet made you think of me?”
    “I thought about