I kiss her lower lip again, suckling on it for just a moment. Turning my head, I move in for a deeper, more lingering kiss, and she meets me halfway. It’s the most sensual kiss I’ve ever experienced. If I weren’t rock hard, I’d say this would be enough for me, but it’ll never be enough with this woman. I need all of her.
My hand moves from her face to her neck where a thick strand of hair sits. I’ve wanted to touch her hair for so long. It’s dark and so shiny I swear I could see myself reflected there. But touching it is a whole other ball game. It runs along my fingers like a precious silk. I wonder what it’d feel like running over my naked chest. Or better yet, my cock.
“Shit,” I mutter.
“What?” Her face tells me everything I need to know. She’s unsure about me or at least about what I’m doing, and I’m not making it better by muttering random words.
“I was imagining us naked with your hair loose and sliding over my body. My dick is already in a painful state. It made it worse.”
“You were imagining… my hair?”
“I was imagining all of you.” I kiss her on the side of her mouth and then move down, from her chin all the way down to the opening in her pretty V-neck top. I take in her scent up close. I’ve noticed it before, at work. Sweet vanilla and something else. I kiss her there and swipe my tongue across it as well. Moving back up, I kiss her neck and run my hand up from her thigh to her waist, then just below her breast.
Before I do anything else, I look at her again. She nods and I run my hand over her, feeling a hard nipple through her layers. I press my pelvis down just enough so she knows what she does to me.
A moan escapes her, and it makes me crazy. “Alison, honey,” I groan. “What are we doing?”
“Oh.” She looks surprised by my question. “Maybe you’re right.” She pushes on my shoulder enough to tell me to move off her, so I do.
“Right? About what?”
She scoots to the edge of my bed and stands. Turning to face me, she says, “This is a bad idea.”
“No it’s not.” It’s the best fucking idea I’ve ever had.
“We work together.”
“And?” What does that have to do with anything?
She’s busy fussing with her hair, and I want to tell her to leave it that way because it’s a mess and fucking sexy. Hell, everything about Alison Kirby is sexy.
“And….” She sounds hesitant as she steps around the partition and I follow. The first place she goes is to Sky’s bed. She runs her hand over Sky’s head. I want to smile at that, but I’m too confused.
When she reaches for her purse, I repeat, “And?”
With a sigh, she finally faces me. Looking me in the eye, she says, “Look, Ben. I like you.Obviously.”
If she “obviously” liked me, she’d be naked in my bed right now. But I keep my mouth shut about that and decide to play along. “Obviously, I like you too.” I want to point to my tented jeans, but that seems like bad manners, and it’s not like she didn’t see it. And feel it. Instead, I wait for the rest of whatever bullshit she’s about to say.
“Look.” She steps closer to me—close enough for her to reach out and touch my arm. I get tingles just from that. “Ineedthat job.”
I nod but remain silent.
“I’m just starting up, and if I screw this job up, I’m going to have to—” She looks up, and I swear her eyes are sparkling with unshed tears. “I’m hanging on by a thread, Ben. If I don’t do a good job for Graham Morgan, I might as well pack my bags and move home.”
I want to ask her where “home” is, but I’ll save that for another day. Shit. I hate this. “Honey—” Hell, what am I going to say? That I’d take care of her if Morgan fired her? I do okay, but it’s New York. I’m barely making it too.
“Yes, I like you, Ben. But right now isn’t the time for us to start anything.”
“Too late,” I mutter softly, but it’s loud enough for her to hear me.
Her voice is sad. “I’m sorry, Ben, but right now, I have to focus on my career. You understand, right?”
I nod because I do. I get it. It just sucks. I could really get into this girl.
Who the fuck am I kidding? I’m already into her.
It’s more than that, though. I think I could love this woman. I meanreallylove her. And believe me when I say, I’ve never felt that way before. Not once.
