His question threw her off, because it was different than all the rest. He’d never been so forward with her before, but now he was. It wasn’t so much in his words; it was in his eyes and the sexy way that his lip curled up on one side.
Christin could feel her face getting hot. Her thought of the important discussion was over. Christin had something else on her mind. It had been so long, Christin wondered if she had forgotten. She certainly had forgotten how to flirt. She wanted to then, but had no idea what to say or what to do.
“I don’t know, Broch.”
“Well, let’s see if we can figure it out.”
Before Christin knew what he was doing, Broch was leaning over the high counter toward her, his lips making landing on hers. Christin was so swept up in the moment. It was the first kiss she’d had in so long, and Christin melted against him.
Chapter 13
Broch
All week, Broch had watched Christin come and go. He had her tailed for the first day, but she did exactly what she said she was going to do. That was surprising because most people didn’t. She was too much like he would have imagined her to be. She was strong, sturdy and before he could really think it all through, Broch was kissing her.
The touch burned him and made him realize the error of his ways pretty quickly. Christin was soft and responded in a way that he hadn’t experienced. She had a son, was married, and obviously wasn’t innocent in the physical sense, but she clung to him like he was the first person that had kissed her right and he couldn’t help the feeling of possession that came over him. He wanted her, all of her and forever. What he was supposed to do and what he wanted to do were blurring badly. Christin was off limits for anything more than a fling. She was a human after all. He knew what she was to him, what all they could be.
He pulled back after a moment, not wanting to think that he was taking advantage of her, but it didn’t appear that he was. She was still puckered with her eyes closed. Her lips were ready for more and he didn’t want it to stop. He kissed her again, long before she got any kind of ideas to make it stop. Christin was willing and he was too.
She purred against him, and Broch had to stop himself the first time, then again. He could have easily taken it to the next level, hell he wanted to, but her reaction and the simple submission made him realize that he wasn’t being clear. He knew the rules.
Christin opened her eyes and asked him why he stopped.
“I am trying to be good and not take advantage of you.”
Christin giggled. “Is that so? Do you really think that you are taking advantage of me?”
Broch agreed, though he was hoping that she would give him something for the case that he wasn’t.
“Well, what if I told you that I wanted you to kiss me some more? You seem to forget that I’ve been locked up for over a year and if you want to know the truth, it’d been a long time before that when I was with someone at all. My husband has ignored me for years.”
Christin didn’t elaborate, but she didn’t really have to. She’d made herself clear. She wanted him and Broch would have been crazy to have stopped what was going on and what she was asking for. It didn’t get much sweeter than that.
“If what you say is true, Christin, your husband is an idiot.”
Christin agreed and he tried to contain himself, but when she straddled his lap and pressed her lips against his, there was nothing that Broch could do. He was mesmerized by her. It was just that simple. Her small body crushed his hard length, and she made a gasping sound when he thrusted up against her. Broch wanted her to know how ready he was for her.
“Are you sure that this is what you want?”
Broch would have kicked himself for asking again, but he wanted it all to be perfect. It was faster and better than his fantasy. That was a red flag as far as he was concerned and Broch wanted to make sure that he wasn’t making it all up, hearing what he wanted to.
Christin ground herself onto his lap. “Isn’t this clear enough for you?”
Broch agreed that it was. He was dying for her touch, and she had her hot lips pressed against him in no time at all. Christin was light and moved where he wanted her easily. He could feel heat coming out of her in waves. She was so hot, and he was burning up as he was too close to her.
He had thought about her in his arms all week and he picked her up, walking her to the bedroom. Broch had only one thing on his mind. Christin was rubbing against him as he walked her to where they were going to be together. He was sure that once she was in his bed and underneath him, Broch would finally be able to get the secrets from Christin that he knew she possessed.
They got to the bedroom, and she was tossed playfully onto the bed. Christin bounced a bit and then stopped, staring up at him with the sweetest look of desire he’d ever seen. Christin was starting to look far more innocent than she was supposed to.
His lips were on hers, then her neck, then they were going lower. Broch could feel her writhing and trying to get away, but he wasn’t going to let it happen. Christin’s body acted like it knew what to do, but Broch wasn’t sure if the rest of her was aware of it. She was so sweet and innocent and just like every other man, Broch wanted to do naughty things to her. It was all he could think about and before too long, Christin was touching parts of him that made it impossible to try and stop.
One kiss had turned into something else very quickly. Both of them were ready, Broch could feel Christin’s needs. Was she for real that it had been years? Naturally, Broch wanted to be the first in such a long time. He didn’t know what was wrong with her husband, but he was obviously an idiot.
His phone started to ring in the other room, and he groaned. He had a lot on his plate right now and even though he was lost in the moment, the ringtone was bringing him back. It was incessant and he finally broke free from Christin. She was moaning beneath him; he was trying hard to not sink in with all his weight and catch them both off guard.
“I have to get that.”
“What, are you serious?!”
