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He tripped over his words here and there, his breath short as the nerves tightened his chest and throat. But all the while Elise urged him on, smiling and nodding at the right points and using her hands to encourage him to keep going when he stumbled.
By the time he finished he felt as though he’d ridden a roller coaster: his stomach was fluttering; his heartbeat raced. He couldn’t even contemplate how it would feel on the day with hundreds of eyes staring back at him. But it was a step in the right direction.
He moved out from behind the lectern and Elise bounced up to him, throwing her arms around his neck. ‘I’m so proud of you.’
Time seemed to freeze in the moment her body pressed against him, his hands gluing themselves to her tiny waist. His whole world had suddenly shrunk to the space between them, the sound of his breath coming fast, the scent of soft flowers on her skin. She was it, the reason his heart continued to beat in those seconds, the reason he drew breath.
His hand traced a line up her arm, skating around her neck to cup the curve of her head. His fingers tangled in her hair, his thumb smoothing over the shell of her ear.
Her breath hitched, eyes fluttering. She lowered her hands from his neck until her palms were flat against his chest. ‘What happened to keeping this strictly business?’
‘You started it.’
She drew her bottom lip between her teeth and paused, as if deciding what to do. Her fingers fanned out, increasing the contact between them. He ached with the desire to kiss her. She shifted on the spot, brushing her pelvis against him so gently he might have imagined it. Arousal flared through him, spiralling heat down to his gut and hardening him in an instant.
‘I should stop it.’ Her voice cracked, colour spreading up her neck to bloom in her cheeks.
‘We both should.’
He ignored his own words, lowering his head slowly to hers. Her face tilted up, lips parting. Blood roared in his ears, pulsing loud and hot and fast. She would taste so sweet, so—
A bang from the other side of the auditorium startled them and they broke apart. Cool air rushed over him, the absence of her hands on his chest like a gaping chasm in his heart.
‘I didn’t mean to interrupt,’ the intruder said, sounding as though she didn’t care at all. ‘We need to set up for the next group coming through, so I’ll need to ask you to wrap it up now.’
* * *
Had she almost kissed Col? Her cheeks burned, skin scorched from his touch. Worst of all, her lady parts throbbed as if they’d had a glimpse of heaven and wouldn’t be quiet until they got what they wanted. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to squash the aching unfulfilled desire to no avail.
She fiddled with the end of her braid, needing desperately to occupy her hands now that they weren’t pressed against Col’s chest. God, she’d nearly fainted at the rock-hard muscle under her fingertips. She could only imagine how his body had morphed since she’d seen it last.
He looked utterly delectable today; he always did when he was at his most casual. Fitted jeans hugged his lean hips and curved around his perfect arse, a navy and white striped T-shirt accentuated broad shoulders and brought out the blue of his eyes. He wore his favourite sneakers, a pair of lived-in white Chucks identical to her own.
‘We should get going.’ His hand was at her arm, leading her to the exit.
The sunshine blinded her as they exited the conference building. The full-strength summer heat bore down reflecting off the building windows and washing everything out. She looked up to Col, shielding her eyes.
‘Where to now?’
She didn’t want to go home and the air conditioning still hadn’t been fixed at the studio. The first half of Col’s payment should be coming through shortly, but until then she was still keeping a low profile as far as her spending was
He tripped over his words here and there, his breath short as the nerves tightened his chest and throat. But all the while Elise urged him on, smiling and nodding at the right points and using her hands to encourage him to keep going when he stumbled.
By the time he finished he felt as though he’d ridden a roller coaster: his stomach was fluttering; his heartbeat raced. He couldn’t even contemplate how it would feel on the day with hundreds of eyes staring back at him. But it was a step in the right direction.
He moved out from behind the lectern and Elise bounced up to him, throwing her arms around his neck. ‘I’m so proud of you.’
Time seemed to freeze in the moment her body pressed against him, his hands gluing themselves to her tiny waist. His whole world had suddenly shrunk to the space between them, the sound of his breath coming fast, the scent of soft flowers on her skin. She was it, the reason his heart continued to beat in those seconds, the reason he drew breath.
His hand traced a line up her arm, skating around her neck to cup the curve of her head. His fingers tangled in her hair, his thumb smoothing over the shell of her ear.
Her breath hitched, eyes fluttering. She lowered her hands from his neck until her palms were flat against his chest. ‘What happened to keeping this strictly business?’
‘You started it.’
She drew her bottom lip between her teeth and paused, as if deciding what to do. Her fingers fanned out, increasing the contact between them. He ached with the desire to kiss her. She shifted on the spot, brushing her pelvis against him so gently he might have imagined it. Arousal flared through him, spiralling heat down to his gut and hardening him in an instant.
‘I should stop it.’ Her voice cracked, colour spreading up her neck to bloom in her cheeks.
‘We both should.’
He ignored his own words, lowering his head slowly to hers. Her face tilted up, lips parting. Blood roared in his ears, pulsing loud and hot and fast. She would taste so sweet, so—
A bang from the other side of the auditorium startled them and they broke apart. Cool air rushed over him, the absence of her hands on his chest like a gaping chasm in his heart.
‘I didn’t mean to interrupt,’ the intruder said, sounding as though she didn’t care at all. ‘We need to set up for the next group coming through, so I’ll need to ask you to wrap it up now.’
* * *
Had she almost kissed Col? Her cheeks burned, skin scorched from his touch. Worst of all, her lady parts throbbed as if they’d had a glimpse of heaven and wouldn’t be quiet until they got what they wanted. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to squash the aching unfulfilled desire to no avail.
She fiddled with the end of her braid, needing desperately to occupy her hands now that they weren’t pressed against Col’s chest. God, she’d nearly fainted at the rock-hard muscle under her fingertips. She could only imagine how his body had morphed since she’d seen it last.
He looked utterly delectable today; he always did when he was at his most casual. Fitted jeans hugged his lean hips and curved around his perfect arse, a navy and white striped T-shirt accentuated broad shoulders and brought out the blue of his eyes. He wore his favourite sneakers, a pair of lived-in white Chucks identical to her own.
‘We should get going.’ His hand was at her arm, leading her to the exit.
The sunshine blinded her as they exited the conference building. The full-strength summer heat bore down reflecting off the building windows and washing everything out. She looked up to Col, shielding her eyes.
‘Where to now?’
She didn’t want to go home and the air conditioning still hadn’t been fixed at the studio. The first half of Col’s payment should be coming through shortly, but until then she was still keeping a low profile as far as her spending was
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