“When I said I trusted you…I meant it.”
She faltered for only a second before she came back fighting. “And after the meeting? You still saidnothing. That’s when yourthank-youwould have counted.” She stormed out of the living room and down the corridor again.
“What do you want me to say?” he shouted so she could hear him in her bedroom. “You want me to say you did a good job? Fine. You did a good job.”
She returned as fast as she had left but now her camisole and bra were gone and replaced with a baby blue pajama top, which in her anger, she had neglected to button up. She had also unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. His eyes skimmed over the vertical length of her slightly exposed skin, from navel to collar bone, and suddenly keeping up with this conversation was harder than it was two minutes ago.
“I did agreatjob,” she hissed. “But instead of acknowledging that, you speak down to me in front of Timothy Coldwell and tell me to get back to work! Then you come to my house, unannounced, at eleven o’ clock at night, wake me up from sleep I so desperately need and then…and then to top it all off…you’re staring at my breasts again.”
He threw his hands up. “How do you expect me not to look?!”
He swiftly closed the gap between them, grabbed both sides of her pajama top, and began buttoning it up. She lifted her head a fraction to look at him. Her cheeks were still flushed with anger, but she had stopped talking now.
“You were amazing today,” he whispered.
Still she said nothing, drawing in a slightly shaky breath as he continued with her buttons. His hands moved lower. Grippingher zipper, he slowly zipped up her jeans. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband, taking hold of either side to fasten the button.
Okay, Tyler. Now back away.
But he couldn’t do it because as his fingers traced over the soft skin of her abdomen, all he wanted to do was undo what he had just done.
Don’t kiss her. Just back away.
It was impossible to listen to his own thoughts when her head was tilted up towards his and her slightly parted lips looked so inviting. She made no attempt to move either. She simply stared at him with those pretty eyes, making him want things he had no business wanting.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. A welcomed interruption, yet he still didn’t remove his fingers from the waistband of her jeans.
“You should get that,” she said softly.
Yes, it was the perfect way to end this whole thing and completely avoid any awkwardness.Just say yes, Tyler. Just say: Yes, I should get that. It could be important. And then that’ll be the end of it.
“I have voicemail,” he responded.
You idiot!
Her eyes were focused on his mouth, wanting, craving. It was at this point that he felt his self-control grow wings and flutter away. She nipped her lower lip with her teeth, debating something with herself for a few seconds before her arms slipped around his neck to pull him closer.
Don’t do it! Don’t do it!
But then her lips were on his; sweet, soft and delicious…like malva pudding.
Pull back! Pull back! Retreat! Retreat! I’m kissing Jordan. Why am I kissing Jordan? This is bad. This is bad. This is so so…amazing.
Her tongue moved into his mouth and he felt her teeth graze his lower lip. His one hand moved around her waist to secure her against him. The other moved up and was soon buried in her thick, untidy mop of hair, keeping her soft mouth locked on his.
I need to stop. I need to pull back and…keep kissing her.
He gripped her tighter, the warmth of her body seeping through his shirt. She was the perfect height. Kissing her was absolutely effortless. It was almost like her slender body was molded to fit seamlessly along the length of his.
Her kiss was becoming more demanding, her breathing quickening in time with his. A small moan echoed in her throat and his body’s reaction made it very clear that this kiss was in no way professional. When making inappropriate visits to employees in the middle of the night, the word professional could still be used to describe a kiss (albeit loosely). But once a hard-on was involved, the word ceased to exist.
I don’t want this. I don’t want her…God, I want her so bad.
Three determined steps later, this sexy mess of a woman was sandwiched between him and the living room wall– big, round, perky breasts of awesomeness pressing against him.
What the hell am I doing? Oh, yeah…the exact opposite of pulling away!
One leg came up and around his waist, begging his hand for attention. Disobedient hand gave in without a fight.
