How He Really Feels (He Feels Trilogy) (9 page)

He pulled a tab from his drawer and marked the document he was reading with it. Then he took a pencil and circled some words. I wondered what he was doing; if I thought I was busy at work, I couldn’t imagine everything he had to deal with on a daily basis.

He turned toward his computer for a moment and sent off a quick email. “Do you have a hard copy?” he asked, glancing through his emails.

“Yes, I printed you a copy, and I was hoping that if we had any changes to make, we could open the file I sent you and just make them now.”

“Great idea.”
He lowered his voice. “See, Julianne? Gorgeous and smart. Lethal combination.”

I blushed as I handed him his copy. He handed me a pencil so that I could mark any possible changes on my copy, and we began reviewing the report, page by page.

He had a keen eye for detail, and he noticed two minor errors in the first five pages. They were minimal errors that resulted from Davidson’s secretary’s copy/paste job, but I was highly impressed with his attention to detail and his focus on the report. He was brilliant at what he did.

He opened the file from his email and made the necessary changes, and then he reattached the file and sent it off to Davidson, giving me accolades in the text of his email for which I was extremely grateful.

He turned in his chair and looked at me over his desk. He steepled his fingers in front of his mouth, drawing my attention to how kissable his lips looked. “So what are your plans for tomorrow since you finished this early?” he asked.

“After work?”

“During work.”

“Oh,” I grunted in disappointment. “I need to touch base with four clients and review all of my accounts that I was working on before the holidays. This report has taken up the majority of my week.”

“That and the new guy you’ve been seeing,” he murmured. “What about after work?”

“I have a happy hour planned with my coworkers, but aside from that, I have no plans, sir.”

He grinned. “Consider yourself booked.”

I nodded and felt the heat creeping into my cheeks. “Is that all for today, then?” I asked, trying to maintain my professionalism.

“One more thing. Can you close the door?”

I nodded and stood, turning to close the door. He swiftly and quietly moved behind me, and when I turned around, I met with his hard chest. I gasped, not realizing he was right there behind me. He lowered his head and kissed me, dipping his tongue into my mouth. I groaned into him and he tightened his grasp on me as I felt his warm tongue moving slowly against mine. He tasted of sweet candy and lust and he smelled like heaven.

He pulled back and murmured, “God dammit. I’ve wanted to do that all day. Are you free tonight?”

“Yes.”

He kissed me again. “What are you doing to me?” he murmured. I just kissed him back.

“Where have you been all day?” I asked.

“Reading reports, looking at market trends, calling clients, meeting with Davidson. Figuring out how the hell to spend more time with you when work keeps piling up. Great work on that market analysis. I’ve never seen a more thorough report that was put together in such an efficient timeframe.”

“Thanks. I love that part of my job.”

He smiled and kissed the tip of my nose. “Weirdo. Everyone I have ever worked with hates those reports.”

“I always aced my writing classes.”

“I can tell. You’re good at it.”

“Why thank you. Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Matthews.” I brushed my lips against his.

He moaned against me. “I’ll be over at 6:30. I’ll bring dinner.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

I headed back to my cube and cleaned up for the day, and then I headed out, stopping by Nick’s office on the way out. He was on the phone, but he glanced up at me and I waved. He grinned, and I left, feeling warm and fuzzy and ready for our evening together. I had waited long enough. I had to have him. Was tonight the night?

My buzzer rang at 6:28, and I buzzed up Nick. I stood by the door, waiting, wanting,
feeling sexy with a new black lace bra and panty set under my jeans and sweater.

He knocked on my door a minute later, and I opened it and caught my breath. Was this fine specimen of a man really meant for me? Dear Lord, he was looking fine. He had taken off his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his black shirt. He wore his light gray suit jacket and pants, and I couldn’t help but picture him on his bed the night before, lying in nothing but boxer shorts. He held a bag of food in one hand and a bouquet of white lilies in the other. He walked in and handed me the flowers. “For you, beautiful girl,” he said, and I kissed him.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that,” I said.

“I know. I wanted to.”

I grinned and took them to the kitchen to put them in a vase. He set the food down on the table and walked up behind me as I cut the bottoms of the stems into the sink and filled the vase with water. He placed his hands on my hips and nuzzled my neck, and I felt the familiar electric tingles shoot up my spine at having him so close to me. I placed the flowers in the vase and turned around to face him. His lips met mine, and suddenly the food was forgotten as we stood in my kitchen kissing. I slipped my arms around his waist under his jacket, and he pulled me closer into him as he kissed me in that sexy, sensual way he did. If he was this good at kissing, I couldn’t imagine what sort of magical lover he was. Every nerve in my body was on high alert, and I felt his hands moving up and down my back. He reached down to my butt and pulled me flush against his body, and I could feel his arousal against me. A moan grumbled up from his chest, and it was the sexiest sound I had ever heard in my life. I moaned back into him, and I felt my own arousal level increasing to nearly unbearable levels as I tightened my grip around him.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he murmured against my lips, and I kissed him again, his words igniting even more passion inside of me. If anyone was the sexy one between us, it was definitely him.

I slipped my hands into the upper arms of his jacket, pushing it down so it slid off of his arms and onto the floor behind him. I placed my hands on his hard chest and moved them down, feeling his perfectly cut abdominal muscles beneath his shirt. This man somehow found time to work out, because he was fit, athletic, and in excellent shape. I moaned into him as I had the sudden urge to taste his body, to feel those abs under my tongue. I pulled his shirt out from his pants where he had it tucked in while he continued his assault with his lips on mine, and I slowly started unbuttoning his shirt from the top down as his hands grabbed my ass. I finally reached my goal as I got it open, and I felt his hard, bare chest under my fingers. It was warm and soft on the surface, but hard underneath, like velvety steel. He had a few sparse curls that were soft under my fingers, and I felt my way down his chest to his washboard stomach as his lips found my neck.

“Oh, God,” I yelled out, louder than I had intended. I felt his smile against my skin as he continued kissing my neck. He reached down and found the hem of my sweater, and then he pulled it over my head. He kissed me again, and then he stepped back to look at me as I stood in my bra and jeans, leaning against my kitchen sink.

“Fuck, Julianne,” he growled, and then he hauled me up in his arms and carried me to my couch, kissing me the entire way.

This was definitely the most seductive I had ever seen him. He wanted me so badly; I could hear the need and the lust in his voice and I could see it in his eyes. And I was definitely ready to take things further with him. He set me down on the couch, and I laid my head on the pillow as
he hovered over me, his eyes hooded and flashing. God, he looked
good
like that. Just the look in his eye was nearly enough to bring me to orgasm. He crushed his lips back on mine, and then he settled in beside me.

He gently moved his hands up my body from my hip to my ribcage and across my belly as I ran my hands up and down his back, through his hair, along his face. He moved achingly slowly up my stomach, and finally, just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to stand it any longer, he reached for my breast. My breath caught in my throat as his finger found my nipple through my bra. Tingles ran up and down my spine and pleasure spiked through me as he played with my nipple. I moaned into him, more aroused than I had ever been in my life. He pulled me up for a moment and removed my bra, holding me close against him. The feel of his bare skin against mine was almost too sizzling for me to handle.

Our hands continued moving all over each other, and his moved down between my legs. He cupped me through my jeans, feeling my dampness, and I ran my hands down his stomach, fingering the waistband of his pants and then grasping his very well-endowed erection in my hand through his pants. My eyes widened as I felt his incredible size for the first time. He groaned, and I moved my hand back up to his stomach.

As he continued to kiss me, he began to unbuckle the belt I was wearing and work the button on my jeans. I had the sudden intruding thought that I was glad that I had worn sexy underwear. I fumbled with his belt as he did this, and once he had
mine undone, he went to work on his own belt and pants button. He smoothly removed my jeans, and then I tugged down on his pants and he took them off.

Nick leaned back and looked at me. “You’re perfect,” he said, and he leaned down to kiss my stomach. His lips worked their way up until he found my breasts, and he found the tip of one nipple with his lips as he worked the other one with his fingers. Pleasure coursed through my body at his touch, and I felt a burn starting in my belly. I felt myself tightening at his touch. Was he going to make me come just from touching my breasts?

He brought his mouth back to mine before we could find out, running his hands along my nearly naked body, making me tremble with passion. And then he slipped his hand down my panties. I arched back and groaned, loudly, as his index finger found my wet spot.

He hissed through his teeth. “You want it as bad as I do,” he whispered upon finding just how wet I was.

I gazed into his eyes that were hooded with lust and nodded.

He pushed one finger inside of me and I moaned as I closed my eyes and arched back. His long fingers were delivering more pleasure to me than I had ever felt in my life as he moved his finger in and out of me. Then he slipped in a second one. I was barely holding on to my sanity, but even in my lust-induced
state, I still knew that I wanted to give him pleasure, too.

I slid my hand down his boxers and a thrill of exhilaration went through my body as I found the tip of his erection and grasped it in my hand. It felt smooth and hard, and I had the sudden urge to feel it inside of me. Another sexy moan grumbled deep from his chest, and it was nearly my undoing. I stroked the sizable length of his thick hardness in my hand while he fingered me, his lips on mine and his tongue in my mouth. I felt the pleasure building, mounting as his pace quickened. At the exact same moment, we were both sent into ecstasy, his loud groans matching my pleasured moans.

Afterward, we lay tangled in each other, still kissing as we basked in our satisfied state. He pulled away and held me in his arms. I was so content and sated that I was nearly asleep when I heard Nick’s voice. “Hungry?” he asked.

“Mmm,” I stretched.
“For more of that, maybe.”

Nick chuckled.

Reluctantly, we both stood up. He pulled me back into him and kissed me once more. “I’m going to run to the restroom. Our dinner is in the bag, but I’m guessing it’ll need to be reheated.”

I glanced at the clock, and it was already 7:30, so the food had been sitting on the table for an hour while we were lost in the throes of passion and pleasure.

I put my clothes back on and gathered his clothes, hanging his suit jacket over a chair at the kitchen table and putting his shirt on the counter. He must’ve taken his pants to the bathroom with him.

I washed him off of my hands and then opened the bag. There was a salad that looked delicious and a Styrofoam container filled with a large slice of lasagna – enough to feed more than two people.

I divided it into four pieces and microwaved two of them, and then I spooned out some salad onto each plate. Nick returned and put his shirt back on. He kissed my neck on his way by me, opening my fridge and pulling out a corked bottle of wine. “Red okay?” he asked. I nodded and he poured us each a glass, and I was struck with the fact that this was all so normal. I was sitting down to dinner with Nicholas Matthews, the hottest man I had ever laid eyes on, after we had been nearly naked in each others’ arms for the past hour. This was heaven.

We chatted about my projects at work through dinner, and he helped me with the dishes when we were done eating. He put on his suit jacket. “I hate to eat and run, but it’s getting late,” he said.

I was sad that he was leaving; I had hoped he would stay the night. He made his way toward the door, and I walked with him. He turned and gazed down at me. He must’ve read my thoughts, because then he cupped my chin in his hand. “Spend the weekend with me.”

“Okay,” I said.

“My place?”

I nodded. “Sure.”

“Come tomorrow night at seven.” He kissed me, opening his mouth to mine, leaving me breathless by the time he broke away.