Page 40 of Golden Goal

I wonder what her lips taste like.

If they’re as soft as they look.

What would it be like to kiss her? Hear her moan? Sink my hands into her hair and wrap the silky strands around my fingers?

Taste her skin?

Why the fuck am I having these thoughts?

As if she can read my mind, she swallows, and then her tongue peeks out, swiping over her bottom lip, and I can’t help tracking the movement before forcing myself to focus on something else.

“Becca?” I whisper, unsure of what I’m really asking.

Permission to kiss her?

She leans closer, staring at me so hard I wonder if she can see through me. I stroke a finger over her chin and down her neck, feeling her pulse racing. She’s as affected as I am.

“Holt.” Her voice comes out hoarse. “We shouldn’t.”

I close my eyes, counting to five slowly, and try to force myself to move away from her. To put space between us.

“But I want to.”

My eyes pop open at her words, so soft I wonder if I imagined them. But from her heated stare, I know I didn’t. I shouldn’t act on these thoughts. As much as I want to, I really shouldn’t, but one kiss won’t hurt, right? One kiss to get it out of our systems.

“Me too.”

I barely get the words out before her lips are crashing against mine. I lose all ability to think rationally with one taste of her. I groan and her tongue slips into my mouth. I wrap my arms around her and drag her onto my lap. Gripping her hip with one hand, and sinking my fingers into her scalp with the other, I move her into a better position so I can kiss her deeper.

She whimpers, holding onto my shoulders.

Her noises go straight to my cock, which was already hardening when she kissed me, but is now steel with her in my lap. She rocks against me, and my eyes roll into the back of my head when I feel her warmth through her leggings. Eventually I pull back, breaking our kiss, and she lets out a little whine. Breathing heavily, I lean forward resting my forehead against hers.

“Sweetheart, I. . .”

She nods against me. “Same. Same.”

I pull back so I can see her better in the dim light. “We shouldn’t. You’re . . . and I’m . . .”

“I know. We work together. You’re still my patient. We really shouldn’t do this.” She leans over and gives me a chaste kiss. “But I want to. I can’t be the only one who feels it.”

Before I can respond, Hazel lets out a cry.

“Fuck,” I hiss as Becca slides off my lap.

She pauses the movie, and I get to my feet and make my way to my room, hoping I’ll be able to get Hazel settled quickly so I can kiss Becca again.

But lady luck isn’t on my side tonight because it takes a while for Hazel to calm down and fall back to sleep. When I walk back into the living room, my stomach sinks at the sight of my sister sitting on the couch next to Becca.

Becca glances up at me, giving me an apologetic look.

Hadley grins when she sees me. “Everything ok, Holt?”

“Yes,” I growl.

“Rebecca was telling me how you two had dinner, and were watching a movie.” She bounces her eyebrows.

“I should go,” Becca says, getting to her feet. “It’s late, and I have a full schedule tomorrow.”