want me to stop.”
As if. Lips clamped tight, she didn’t say a word. Wasn’t even sure she could have if she wanted to. She’d dreamt of this moment for days. She wanted this kiss more than she’d ever wanted anything.
Relief replaced the worry in his eyes as she gave him her silent assent, followed quickly by a smoldering gaze. Her eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in and kissed her, a firm embrace like nothing she’d imagined.
Good thing he held her, because she would have surely sunk to the ground in a boneless, melted – but very happy – puddle.
*
As soon as his lips touched hers, Chris questioned the wisdom of the kiss even as he reveled in it. One taste. One delicious, cock hardening, toe tingling taste and he was lost. And in lust. Possibly, deaf. Definitely dumb because he didn’t care that anyone could come down and spot them. Didn’t give a damn a party was going on upstairs, or that Jill’s husband probably looked for her.
One simple embrace, just lips sliding sensuously across each other, and his whole world tilted. Mine.
He could have shouted for joy when instead of pushing him away, her hands curled around his neck, holding him close. Soft, full lips parted for him, and he took full advantage, slipping his tongue past the barrier of her teeth, groaning at her sweet surrender.
How could such a petite woman, still almost a stranger, feel so right in his arms? Make him want to go against his own personal rules? Tempt him into doing bad things. Bad, bad, arousing things.
Whirling and still holding her off the floor in his arms, he strode a few paces and pressed her against the padded wall. Using it as a support, he freed his hands to skim the length of her body, cupping her pert ass cheeks, nudging her thighs apart until she got the hint and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Sweet, freakn’ heaven. The core of her, so hot even through her slacks, burned against him. He couldn’t help rubbing himself against her. Only a thin thread of sanity kept him from removing the clothing keeping them apart. Anyone could come down. And do I really want our first time to happen fast and furious in a gym?
No. She deserved better. A bed. Roses. A slow languorous exploration. A chance to come so often, she’d end up hoarse from screaming. Wanting to make their first time special was one thing. Caught in an electrifying embrace, he couldn’t make himself stop. Couldn’t halt the fire raging through his veins. Didn’t want to stop touching or kissing her. Ever.
It seemed the same mad passion gripped her, too. She panted in his mouth and small sounds of pleasure escaped her. He caught them all, and gloried in them. Reveled in the fact she wanted him.
A shrill giggle, from way too close had him muttering a soundless ‘Shit’. What is Gina doing? Because, if he wasn’t mistaken, he heard her on the steps to the basement.
Quickly, he put Jill down, but looking at her face – her expression dreamy, her lips swollen – he realized any idiot would immediately guess they’d spent the last few minutes kissing.
Much as he hated to do it, he needed her to snap out of it. “Jill. I think your husband is coming.” He whispered it as Gina let out one of her infamous belly laughs.
“My who? What? Oh no.” Panic lit in Jill’s eyes and Chris cursed the untimely interruption.
Her fingers flew to her lips and he could see the plea in her eyes for help. Despite the fact her husband catching his wife making out with the handyman would provide a great excuse for Jack to exit the picture, leaving Chris to scoop her up, he couldn’t do that to Jill. Bending down, he picked up a medicine ball and showed it to her.
Immediate understanding dawned, and she nodded her head. Taking a breath, inwardly wincing, Chris then threw the ball at her head, just as an angry Jack said, “What are you two doing down here?”
Smack.
Chris winced, unseen by all but a staggering Jill, as the heavy ball hit his mate in
As if. Lips clamped tight, she didn’t say a word. Wasn’t even sure she could have if she wanted to. She’d dreamt of this moment for days. She wanted this kiss more than she’d ever wanted anything.
Relief replaced the worry in his eyes as she gave him her silent assent, followed quickly by a smoldering gaze. Her eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in and kissed her, a firm embrace like nothing she’d imagined.
Good thing he held her, because she would have surely sunk to the ground in a boneless, melted – but very happy – puddle.
*
As soon as his lips touched hers, Chris questioned the wisdom of the kiss even as he reveled in it. One taste. One delicious, cock hardening, toe tingling taste and he was lost. And in lust. Possibly, deaf. Definitely dumb because he didn’t care that anyone could come down and spot them. Didn’t give a damn a party was going on upstairs, or that Jill’s husband probably looked for her.
One simple embrace, just lips sliding sensuously across each other, and his whole world tilted. Mine.
He could have shouted for joy when instead of pushing him away, her hands curled around his neck, holding him close. Soft, full lips parted for him, and he took full advantage, slipping his tongue past the barrier of her teeth, groaning at her sweet surrender.
How could such a petite woman, still almost a stranger, feel so right in his arms? Make him want to go against his own personal rules? Tempt him into doing bad things. Bad, bad, arousing things.
Whirling and still holding her off the floor in his arms, he strode a few paces and pressed her against the padded wall. Using it as a support, he freed his hands to skim the length of her body, cupping her pert ass cheeks, nudging her thighs apart until she got the hint and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Sweet, freakn’ heaven. The core of her, so hot even through her slacks, burned against him. He couldn’t help rubbing himself against her. Only a thin thread of sanity kept him from removing the clothing keeping them apart. Anyone could come down. And do I really want our first time to happen fast and furious in a gym?
No. She deserved better. A bed. Roses. A slow languorous exploration. A chance to come so often, she’d end up hoarse from screaming. Wanting to make their first time special was one thing. Caught in an electrifying embrace, he couldn’t make himself stop. Couldn’t halt the fire raging through his veins. Didn’t want to stop touching or kissing her. Ever.
It seemed the same mad passion gripped her, too. She panted in his mouth and small sounds of pleasure escaped her. He caught them all, and gloried in them. Reveled in the fact she wanted him.
A shrill giggle, from way too close had him muttering a soundless ‘Shit’. What is Gina doing? Because, if he wasn’t mistaken, he heard her on the steps to the basement.
Quickly, he put Jill down, but looking at her face – her expression dreamy, her lips swollen – he realized any idiot would immediately guess they’d spent the last few minutes kissing.
Much as he hated to do it, he needed her to snap out of it. “Jill. I think your husband is coming.” He whispered it as Gina let out one of her infamous belly laughs.
“My who? What? Oh no.” Panic lit in Jill’s eyes and Chris cursed the untimely interruption.
Her fingers flew to her lips and he could see the plea in her eyes for help. Despite the fact her husband catching his wife making out with the handyman would provide a great excuse for Jack to exit the picture, leaving Chris to scoop her up, he couldn’t do that to Jill. Bending down, he picked up a medicine ball and showed it to her.
Immediate understanding dawned, and she nodded her head. Taking a breath, inwardly wincing, Chris then threw the ball at her head, just as an angry Jack said, “What are you two doing down here?”
Smack.
Chris winced, unseen by all but a staggering Jill, as the heavy ball hit his mate in
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