pursed his lips.
“Yeah, I needed some
help with my thinking,” I admitted.
“What did you come up
with?”
Instead of giving him an
answer, I took another step closer so I was flush against his body, but I still
had to stand on my toes. I rested my free hand against his chest, my mouth
inches from his. Before I could talk myself out of it, I pressed my lips to
Tabor’s and felt his arms at my waist as he returned the kiss. It was a
frenzied kiss, and when I felt his tongue graze mine I couldn’t get enough of
him. One hand held me firmly against him while the other traveled up to the
nape of my neck.
It was the best answer I
could give him at the moment. As the kiss slowed I felt my cheeks flush, and I
knew he had questions. I tried to step away, but Tabor held me close and lifted
my chin to look at him.
I was barely able to
compute the action as he wrapped both arms around my waist, lifting me off the
floor so I was looking into his eyes. My arms were around his neck, but I felt
like a rag doll. As much as I wanted to wrap my legs around him and hold on for
dear life, I had to pace myself.
He kissed me again
before setting me on my feet but still holding my hand. I didn’t know if he
expected an answer then, and I wasn’t sure I could give him one.
“As far as anyone knows,
this is a working relationship. If you want to tell people that you wrote my
foundation and we agreed to help sponsor your program, we can do that. I’m not
sure how long people will buy it, because I like being around you and I like
who I am with you.”
“I like who you are
too,” I admitted. “Let’s just give it a little time, see what happens before
people find out?”
“Whatever you need,” he
agreed.
“Coffee,” I answered,
clearing my throat. “I need my coffee.”
I walked into my tiny
kitchen and poured a mug for Tabor, and grabbed mine before joining him at the
table. The way he stared at me made me feel beautiful and wanted. I tried so
hard to quell the way he electrified every sensation in my body, but it was no
use. Despite myself, Tabor Hunter was someone I wanted to get to know, and he
was someone worth taking the time to learn about.
“Tell me more about your
program,” Tabor said. He sounded like a businessman again and it was pretty
sexy.
“It’s something I
started last year for kids who have no place to go after school. We do a lot of
activities, arts, skills training, and whatever else the kids are interested
in,” I gushed proudly of what we’d been able to accomplish in one year.
“How do you get your
funding?” he asked. “Sorry. I’m not trying to be nosy.”
“I don’t mind. Grants,”
I said simply. “Lots of grants and a few sponsors.”
“But there weren’t as
many this year?” he asked.
“There were a few, but
the corporate sponsors we had bailed at the end of the year. My boss waited
until the then to tell me what was going on. We managed to get by with what we
had, but the kids and I are so grateful, we accept whatever we can.”
“Have you ever
approached any local businesses to see if they’d be willing to help?”
“I tried several. But
when you mention River Valley, they suddenly remember that they maxed out their
charitable contributions for the year,” I scoffed.
“Does your program have
a wish list or a budget of what is needed to help it succeed?” Tabor asked.
“Honestly, I didn’t know
what I was getting into when I created it. I did some general searches online,
but I really just wanted to give these kids something to do after school. The
other teachers have been amazing. If I had to make a list of things we needed,
it would be pretty scary.”
“So why don’t we start
there?” he asked. “We can drop off what I have and see what else you need.”
Tabor stood up and extended his hand. “Come on, let’s go.”
***
We got to the school and
I parked in the back lot nearest the gym where the activities took place. The
athletic coach had given
“Yeah, I needed some
help with my thinking,” I admitted.
“What did you come up
with?”
Instead of giving him an
answer, I took another step closer so I was flush against his body, but I still
had to stand on my toes. I rested my free hand against his chest, my mouth
inches from his. Before I could talk myself out of it, I pressed my lips to
Tabor’s and felt his arms at my waist as he returned the kiss. It was a
frenzied kiss, and when I felt his tongue graze mine I couldn’t get enough of
him. One hand held me firmly against him while the other traveled up to the
nape of my neck.
It was the best answer I
could give him at the moment. As the kiss slowed I felt my cheeks flush, and I
knew he had questions. I tried to step away, but Tabor held me close and lifted
my chin to look at him.
I was barely able to
compute the action as he wrapped both arms around my waist, lifting me off the
floor so I was looking into his eyes. My arms were around his neck, but I felt
like a rag doll. As much as I wanted to wrap my legs around him and hold on for
dear life, I had to pace myself.
He kissed me again
before setting me on my feet but still holding my hand. I didn’t know if he
expected an answer then, and I wasn’t sure I could give him one.
“As far as anyone knows,
this is a working relationship. If you want to tell people that you wrote my
foundation and we agreed to help sponsor your program, we can do that. I’m not
sure how long people will buy it, because I like being around you and I like
who I am with you.”
“I like who you are
too,” I admitted. “Let’s just give it a little time, see what happens before
people find out?”
“Whatever you need,” he
agreed.
“Coffee,” I answered,
clearing my throat. “I need my coffee.”
I walked into my tiny
kitchen and poured a mug for Tabor, and grabbed mine before joining him at the
table. The way he stared at me made me feel beautiful and wanted. I tried so
hard to quell the way he electrified every sensation in my body, but it was no
use. Despite myself, Tabor Hunter was someone I wanted to get to know, and he
was someone worth taking the time to learn about.
“Tell me more about your
program,” Tabor said. He sounded like a businessman again and it was pretty
sexy.
“It’s something I
started last year for kids who have no place to go after school. We do a lot of
activities, arts, skills training, and whatever else the kids are interested
in,” I gushed proudly of what we’d been able to accomplish in one year.
“How do you get your
funding?” he asked. “Sorry. I’m not trying to be nosy.”
“I don’t mind. Grants,”
I said simply. “Lots of grants and a few sponsors.”
“But there weren’t as
many this year?” he asked.
“There were a few, but
the corporate sponsors we had bailed at the end of the year. My boss waited
until the then to tell me what was going on. We managed to get by with what we
had, but the kids and I are so grateful, we accept whatever we can.”
“Have you ever
approached any local businesses to see if they’d be willing to help?”
“I tried several. But
when you mention River Valley, they suddenly remember that they maxed out their
charitable contributions for the year,” I scoffed.
“Does your program have
a wish list or a budget of what is needed to help it succeed?” Tabor asked.
“Honestly, I didn’t know
what I was getting into when I created it. I did some general searches online,
but I really just wanted to give these kids something to do after school. The
other teachers have been amazing. If I had to make a list of things we needed,
it would be pretty scary.”
“So why don’t we start
there?” he asked. “We can drop off what I have and see what else you need.”
Tabor stood up and extended his hand. “Come on, let’s go.”
***
We got to the school and
I parked in the back lot nearest the gym where the activities took place. The
athletic coach had given
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