Our eyes meet, and I swear I can see the flames dancing in those sapphire pools. It reflects his desire, his raw need. It’s alive, clawing to the surface like a tangible being. Or perhaps that’s just the reflection of everything in my own eyes dying to be unleashed.
I need to walk away, to put some distance between us before I do something I might regret later.
Like throw myself at him.
Because let’s be honest.
I’m his boss.
End of story.
And anything happening between us would be unprofessional, right?
Right.
That’s what I tell myself. Problem is, I don’t think I believe it.
Especially when I turn to excuse myself, and I’m met with his mouth pressed firmly against mine.
Suddenly, kissing him feels like not only the best idea ever, but the only one.
I am all in, even if it’s going to cost me.
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
Collin
I’m well aware kissing my boss is probably the worst idea I’ve ever had, but the moment my lips meet hers, I don’t give a shit. Every reason, every excuse I’ve been telling myself anytime she’s near just evaporates, leaving me with only the thoughts of a man hypnotized by a woman he’s incredibly attracted to.
And I am.
The more I watched her tonight, the more I wanted her. With every minute, every second that passed, I grew closer and closer to the edge of control. For a man who prides himself on remaining calm and collected under pressure, I sure as hell did a crappy job of hiding it. Conceal, don’t feel…or whatever that line is from theFrozenmovie.
Not that I’ve seen the movie, just to be clear.
That damn song played on every station for months.
And then it won awards and played some more.
But here I am, my mouth pressed to Lizzie’s, and it’s the best damn feeling in the world. And what’s worse? There’s no going back now. Not after tasting her lips, hearing the way her breathing hitches and she mewls, or the feel of her body pressedagainst mine, her fingers gripping the back of my shirt as she anchors to me.
My tongue slides out, tracing the seam of her lips until she grants me entrance, and when she does, I take. Our tongues clash in a fury of need, and my fingers itch to explore. Instead of letting them drift beneath her shirt, I move them to her hair, tangling in those long, blond curls that have been hypnotizing me since the first time I saw her.
Lizzie presses her chest against mine, her fingers gripping tightly to my shirt, and as much as I want to progress this kiss into something more, this isn’t the time or the place. I refuse to be the asshole who takes this farther in the middle of a bar, despite wanting her bad enough I could in a heartbeat.
When I gently apply the brakes, she sighs against my lips. That one sound goes straight to my balls, making them ache even more than they already do. Closing my eyes, I rest my forehead against hers and whisper, “I should apologize for kissing you like that, but I’m not sorry.”
“I wouldn’t accept your apology if you were to give one,” she replies, the faintest smile crossing her kiss-swollen lips.
I run my thumb over her lips, committing the feel of them to memory, before stepping back and creating space between us. “That wasn’t…appropriate.” I have no idea what else to say.
She shrugs and places her hands on her hips. “Felt veryappropriateto me.”
We both smile, lost for a moment in the recollection of the kiss. Clearing my throat, I reply, “I meant it wasn’t appropriate to do at work.”
“No?” she asks, cocking her head to the side just a touch. “But if we were out of work, it would have been appropriate then?”
