Secretly, I’m thrilled to see him. I’ve been thinking about him since I saw him this morning, after he…he was such adick. Ugh. No, I don’t want to see him now. I’m still angry with him.
I turn my back on him, huffing and giving him attitude as I open the book to turn to the next page.
“You need to go. I’m busy,” I whisper, keeping my voice low even though we’re not technically in the library section, and I highly doubt anyone would be able to hear me from here anyway.
“I came to check on you…”
“I don’t need checking on. You should go.”
“…and to apologize,” he says quietly.
I tilt my head to the side, surprised. I turn to face him. “For what?” I ask cautiously. I’ve learned not to assume anything.
“For what happened this morning.”
“Okay?” I say, waiting for more details. I told my arms across my chest and gave him my best unimpressed look. I hated how he made me feel this morning. I’m already on edge with myemotions towards him not being reciprocated, and then he was still so mean on top of that.
“You stood up for me. You backed me, and I was incredibly harsh to you afterwards. I was a complete asshole, actually. And I’m truly sorry for the way I spoke to you, Georgie. It was out of line and rude.” He gently brushes his hands over my arms, and my body eases, letting go of the tension I was holding on to. My anger fades completely. I don’t think anyone has given me such a heartfelt apology before.
“Oh,” I mutter in shock. I wasn’t expecting such a genuine apology. I didn’t expect to see so much regret and guilt in his eyes when I looked into them.
“You have every right to be angry at me. No one should speak to you like that. Ever. Especially not me,” he says sternly. “The thing was…my father. His ego is through the roof, and if anyone challenges him, they draw his attention, and he immediately wants revenge. Even for a little thing like a minor disagreement. The last thing I want is for you to be in his crosshairs, for his attention to be on you. I got…scared. That’s the truth. I got scared for your safety. The thought of him trying to take you again, or of any harm coming to you…it made me lash out, but I was lashing out at the wrong person.Youstood up for me. The person I was really angry at was my father.”
His voice is tight, heavy with remorse, tugging at my heart. I have a deep need to comfort him, to let him know it’s all alright. I reach up and touch his face, pulling his eyes to me. “I appreciate your apology, Kris. And I appreciate you being so honest with me about why it happened.” I smile. My heart warms at the sight of him; his sincerity is intense.
He takes a step closer to me, and my fingers feel hot against his face.
“So you forgive me?” he asks, his voice husky and low, a hint of darkness laced in his tone.
“I do.” I can’t hide my grin; my skin is on fire, my body yearning for him.
He slips his hand around my waist and takes another step closer to me. My back presses against the copy machine, and his body locks me in place.
I can feel him.
His muscles, his warmth. The heat emanating from him, soaking into me, and the scent of his skin.
His breathing picks up, and mine grows faster, my mind racing as I tilt my chin up towards his face.
He’s definitely going to kiss me. I’m not wrong about this. I’m not reading him wrong.
Kris slowly brushes his hand up my waist, over the side of my body, and cups it around the back of my neck. Our eyes lock, and I can’t look away from him.
My lips part, and a soft, desperate gasp slips from them.
In a flash, his mouth is on mine.
For a second, I think I’m imagining it, that instead, he’s pulled away, but a thousand fireworks are going off inside my chest as excitement steals my self-control.
I knot my fingers behind his neck and pull hard against him, deepening the kiss. He growls against my lips, and his fingers dig into my skin.
His hands roam over my body as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. I moan sweetly.
Kristopher’s hands slip beneath my ass, lifting me onto the copy machine. He tugs at my skirt, pulling it higher. Thekiss becomes frantic, and one of us bumps the button, and warm light slips beneath the glass I’m sitting on, taking a copy of my ass.
Neither of us reacts; we’re too caught up in the moment.
He pushes my legs apart and slides his hands up the inside of my thighs. I’m high on his taste, wild for him, desperate to have every piece of him, to know what it’s like to be with him.
