I was such an asshole.
“We do things for the people we love,” I said, my voice coming out less strong than I’d intended.
“We can’t protect them forever, but every once in a while, we can. It’s part of the sibling handbook.” He flashed a grin, and the force of his full smile made my stomach flip over. He seemed so at ease, so comfortable, that I watched him.
The hard angle of his jaw, the strong muscles of his arms, the full, gorgeous hair that curled around his ear. He was so attractive it wasn’t even fair. His car made a shaky sound as we neared the street by my place, and he put the car in park, undid his seat belt, and let out a long sigh. “You want to talk about it more? Would that make you feel better?”
Shit.He was being considerate, and for whatever reason, that question got me all warm inside. Warm enough for my voice to get raspy. “No. I don’t want to talk.”
His gaze dropped to my mouth and trailed the movement when I licked my bottom lip. The car shrank ten times smaller, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do to help me forget my situation with my brother. It involved Christopher’s mouth on mine.
His nostrils flared twice, and he drew in a shaky breath. “You’re biting that lip, and it’s making it real hard to be a gentleman right now.”
“That’s not what I want,right now.”
His eyes got wider, heavier with lust, and he ran a hand over his jaw a few times as he struggled. I wasn’t sure who I was anymore—teasing my coworker in a car, thinking about making out with him until my brain was numb and my lips tingled. I could blame the stress of Fritz and Samantha, but that would be a lie.
This man might’ve thought I stole money from him, but we had chemistry, and I wanted to explore it again. Now.
“Christopher,” I said, my voice sounding like I’d just woke up.
He sat up straighter when I said his name, and his chest moved up and down a little faster. Then, he snapped.
It was incredible to witness the uptight, controlled buddy teacher lose rationale. He grabbed the back of my head, pulled me toward him, and dropped his mouth to mine in a soul-searing, hot-as-hell kiss.
Yes.His full lips were like I remembered. Soft and demanding. He groaned as I parted my mouth, letting him slide his tongue inside, and it was nothing but wet, noisy kisses in the car. He pulled at my bottom lip with his teeth, and I arched my back, needing to get closer to him. He tasted like mint and smelled like sweat and soap, and when he lifted me off my seat and into his lap, I almost whimpered. It felt so good being near him, finally touching him and feeling his lips on me. My heart hammered against my ribs, and my skin tingled from head to toe at the fierce way he kissed me back—like he, too, thought he might die if we didn’t kiss harder.
“Gilly, my God,” he said, lifting me onto his lap and spreading my legs so I straddled him in his front seat. He onto my hip with one hand, the other running through my hair as he kissed me harder. He tilted my neck to gain better access, and I moaned at the pleasure of it.
We were making out.Hard.
I couldn’t get enough. I ran my hands over his strong shoulders and neck, over his chest and underneath the collar of his shirt. His warm skin seared my hands, and I rocked against him. He stilled for a beat, making me open my eyes, and his blue orbs were liquid water, different shades of blue, filled with promise and seduction.
“I like seeing your mouth wet from me,” he said, running a hand along my neck, over my collarbone and down my side. “You’re beautiful, Gilly.”
I swallowed at the emotion in my throat and bent lower again, taking his mouth in mine and taking control. I didn’t want feelings or doubts or my brain to get involved. Just his kisses. We made out again for what felt like an hour before he groaned and pulled back. “What’s wrong?”
He rested a hand on either of my thighs and looked up at me with regret all over his face. That expression sobered me up fast, and I propelled myself off him. He couldn’t kiss me like that and regret it seconds after, right? My chest got tight and my breathing faltered with hurt. “Th-thanks for the ride,” I said, my shaky voice barely contained as I awkwardly tried to get back into my seat.
He reached over and grabbed my wrist with gentle fingers. “Uh, hold on. Hold on. Where you going?”
I slammed my eyes shut. “Inside.”
“I can read your face pretty well, Gil. Did I upset you? I stopped because we’re in my crappy car, outside, and my control was slipping. I’m trying to be a good man here and not do this like we’re teenagers.” He sounded uneasy, and I snuck a glance at him.
His face was flushed, there was an evident bulge in his pants, and he stared at me like hewantedme. “I didn’t stop because I wasn’t into it, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Okay,” I said, relieved more than I cared to admit. “Yeah, maybe not…in your car.”
“Another time. In a bed.”
“Yes.”
He grinned, his swollen lips and flushed cheeks making him so damn handsome, and he cleared his throat. “Let me at least walk you to your door.”
“Don’t want to come in?”
“Not tonight. Soon, but not tonight.”
