Don’t squeeze her ass. Don’t squeeze her ass…Oh, my God! I am squeezing her ass! It fits my hand so perfectly. Yeah, this body was molded for mine.
His mouth was ravenous on hers now, his fingers tightening over the curve of her ass.
I shouldn’t be squeezing her ass. I shouldn’t be enjoying it…It’s okay. It’s fine. Touching of this nature is also considered to be professional…as long as there is no touching in and around the general pants area. That was definitely a rule somewhere in the employee handbook.
His mouth slipped down her neck, lightly nipping her tender flesh. He took a second to just appreciate that, her cinnamon-vanilla scent, the soft gasps against his ear. Entwining her fingers in his hair, she brought his mouth back up to hers. Eager and hasty, he couldn’t get enough of her. His hands were becoming impatient. He knew she had nothing beneath her pajama top and it was a genuine struggle to keep them from sliding up her bare skin.
End it. End it now! It’s easy. Just move away…but she smells so good…I wanna lose myself in—Stop it! This is ludicrous! I shouldn’t be kissing Jordan. She’s so soft…Maybe just a little bit longer…a lot longer…What about Trisha?!
Tyler abruptly ended the kiss and took a few steps back. He was shocked, stunned, incredibly turned on. “Uh…wow….okay…okay…well, that was…unexpected… wow, you…you kissed me.”
She stood there for a moment or two, her breathing as ragged as his. “You kissed me back. A lot.”
Her height made those lips way too accessible and all he wanted to do was take possession of them again, his body hungry for more. There was a very small gap between them and he found his feet moving back to her without him giving the instruction.
“Well, we shouldn’t…this shouldn’t have…I should go.” But then his lips were gravitating towards hers, like there was a magnetic force between them. “No…Stop…I need to go.”
She said nothing, did nothing except stare at him with wide eyes of confusion. His left leg shifted back, but his right leg was not so co-operative, staying firmly in one place. Again he caught himself leaning in for another kiss and quickly twisted his headin the other direction. He placed his hand over his mouth as an attempt to stop the temptation, a frustrated groan rumbling in his throat.
“You…mmm…you really need to do something about those lips,” he said from behind his hand.
Her eyebrows wrinkled. “Like…take them off my face?”
“Yes…No…God…Dammit…You’re so…tall!”
“What?”
“I have to go.” He moved to the door as fast as he could and left without saying another word.
*****
He was on drugs! That was the only rational explanation Jordan could come up with. She was lying in bed, dissecting everything Tyler had done in the last few weeks and drugs were the conclusion she kept coming back to. It was the only thing that could explain his odd behavior.
Staring at her breasts.
Taking her to dinner. Twice.
Handing her the reins to do the presentation at a big business meeting.
Coming to her house in the middle of the night.
Why was he acting like that? And the question that was still bothering her was: Why did she kiss him?
She could still feel his lips on hers. He had left over two hours ago and she could still taste him, could still smell his cologne on her pajamas. Why did she kiss him?
The reason was simple. Because she wanted to.
Tyler had the most luscious bottom lip that had literally begged her to make out with it, so technically it was his fault.
It was also his fault that she now had a mini-crush on him. She had just been going about her business, crunching numbersand meeting deadlines and then he had to go and be all cute and charismatic. He was a different man when out of the office. Their two not-a-dates then playing pool at Q’s. He was a man who, despite his seriousness, was a lot of fun to be around. He was incredibly entertaining and she found it so easy to be herself around him.
But kissing him sort of changed things. Kissing him made the crush not so mini. Damn, he was a good kisser! Not sloppy. Just the right amount of tongue. It was impossible not to melt into the strong arms of Tyler Evans. He was made up of all different feels and textures. Rough jaw. Soft lips. Hard chest. In other words: completely irresistible.
In the two years they had been working together, she had developed a certain comfortableness around him but after tonight, she thought maybe she was a little too comfortable.
She’d kissed him. His hands were on her bare skin, his body so close that she couldn’t stop herself. But that was a mistake. His reaction afterwards told her that it was all a big mistake.
This was too much confusion and complications for this time of the morning. She kept replaying it over and over again in her mind. He put his hands in her pants. He ignored his cell phone. She kissed him. He kissed her back. He broke the kiss. He started jabbering like a crazy person. If it had stopped there, she would have been able to ignore it and brush it off as one of those weird mistakes people make. Thehey, do you remember the time I completely lost my fucking mind and made out with my bosskind of mistake. If it had stopped there, she could have written it off as one of those moments of insanity. But it didn’t end there. He tried to kiss her again, not once but twice. So maybe he didn’t think it was a mistake. But he left immediately, so maybe he did.
