Candy Store

smoothly, his eyes running past her flushed face to her chest, then quickly back up to her face.
    Too late Callie realized that she was flashing Derek through the translucent white silk of her flimsy camisole. She crossed her arms across her chest, wanting to hide her telltale arousal, but it was no use.
    With her arms crossed beneath her breasts, the soft flesh rose indecently up out of the v-neck top of her skimpy shell. She didn’t know which was worse: her hard nipples shooting through the fabric like darts, or the bounteous mounds of her breasts spilling from her top.
    Wishing she weren’t always doing the wrong thing at the wrong time, Callie bit her lip and said, “Should we get down to business?”
    But no matter how hard she tried to act professional, Callie knew she sounded like she’d rather get kissed by Derek than look at the bottom line with him.
    She couldn’t help it. Derek was so damn gorgeous. And sexy. And…
    Standing right in front of her.
    With the intimacy that comes from knowing just how a woman needs to be touched, he brushed back a curl from her cheek.
    Callie shivered.
    Just like the visions that had kept her awake all night long, Derek was right there within stroking distance. She needed him so desperately that against any good sense she had ever possessed, her arms uncrossed and moved across his shoulders to entwine around his neck and she pressed her breasts up against his hard chest.
    “Callie.”
    His voice wrapped around her like a deep fog, husky and full of the very need she herself was unable to fight, and then his mouth was on hers and her lips were open and greedy and she was moaning. He felt so good, so damn good, she was nearly sobbing with need.
    He sucked at her lower lip, letting his teeth graze her skin, still sensitive from their lovemaking at the wedding, before moving his mouth down past her chin to the side of her neck.
    “I was awake all night dreaming about doing this again. Touching you again. Loving you again.”
    He sank his lips into the crook of her neck and sucked at it.
    “Me too,” she admitted on a gasp of pleasure, unable to stop the confession from rolling off of her tongue.
    He hooked his thumb under the strap of her sheer camisole and slid it off one shoulder, baring the top of her breast.
    Callie heard herself crying out his name as she let her neck fall back and pressed her breasts into his eager mouth.
    In five seconds flat she forgot everything – that she was a good girl, that she hardly knew him, that she was the kind of woman who had a good time in an actual bed, not standing in her storeroom. All she cared about was the feel of his lips and tongue and teeth on her breasts, the way his light stubble felt sandy against her soft skin, the way his hands were cupping her butt cheeks, molding her hips into his hardness like he owned her.
    She yanked his jacket off of his shoulders and threw it on the floor as her tongue mated frantically with his. Needing to touch his naked skin more than she needed to breathe, she pulled his shirt out from his pants, finally sighing with pleasure when her fingers found the warm, rippling muscles on his back.
    With his foot, Derek slammed the door shut and spun them around, pressing Callie up against it. She felt his hardness, still covered by his wool slacks, press into her panties, which were already wet with her need. The wool felt rough and scratchy through the thin silk of her panties.
    Desperate for release, she ground her hips into his.
    “Go on, sweetheart,” he urged her.
    She opened her eyes and looked into his, dark with passion.
    Passion for her.
    Undone by his desire, she threw her head back as her climax started to take her over, one heavy pulse of pleasure at a time as his mouth found the wildly beating pulse in her neck.
    One touch, then two and she was completely lost, exploding against him, and then somehow her legs were around his waist and he was sliding into her, sure and fierce. She found his lips again, wanting to show him how much she loved the way she felt when he was touching her.
    “Callie,” he groaned, her name sounding like worship, and all of her visions from the sleepless night before merged with their sweaty sex in the refrigerator and the tequila shots and her rubbing herself in the shower dreaming of Derek.
    Her inner muscles clenched around him and she cried out into his mouth, his tongue pumping in and out of her mouth in the same rhythm that he was thrusting into