Page 190 of A Taste of Vanilla

Her hand flies to my chest. “Warren.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re very different after business hours.”

“No,” I say, brushing my lips along her jaw. “You just keep forcing me to open up more.”

She makes a small sound when I kiss the upper swell of her breast through the fabric. I do it again, lower, letting my mouth linger. Her fingers tighten in my hair.

Everything is in the way.

I slide one strap off her shoulder with my teeth, and she groans my name. I remind myself that I want to take my time tonight.

We could go upstairs, but that would mean stopping, and I’m not sure either of us can bear it.

I’ve seen her before. Touched her. Had her under me, coming apart. But tonight is different.

Her hands shift toward her stomach, but I cover them with mine before she can hide.

Her eyes flick to mine. “Don’t,” I say. “Please.”

She looks down at our hands, then back up. Slowly, she lets me move them aside.

I brush my thumbs along her ribs, under her tank, and she lets out a shaky inhale before pulling my mouth back down to hers.

The kiss is different now. Deeper with less fight and much more need.

I lift her onto the counter, swallowing her laugh and parting her legs to step between them.

Her hand drops between us, brushing against my jeans before cupping me.

Every thought in my head stops, and my hips jerk before I can control it.

“Oh.”

I grip the counter beside her thighs. “Halston.”

She smiles wickedly. “Is that a warning?”

“It was.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

She strokes me through the denim, slow and firm, watching my face like she wants to see every crack in my control and file it away as evidence that she was the one able to make it happen.

She leans in, her teeth scraping lightly along my lower lip. “You’re so big.”

My eyes close. “Don’t tease me unless you want me to do something about it, Hal.”

Her hand presses harder. “I want you to do something about it.”

I open my eyes, and there is only Halston on the counter, half-undressed, legs around me, her hand on my cock.

I cup her face again. “Say that again.”

Her chest rises and falls. “I want you to do something about it.”