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produced a lot of
professional info on her, but he knew precious little about her personal life –
and that’s the part that had taken up so much space in his head since their
fateful meeting in Miami a month ago.
Even
though he was ill prepared for meeting her like this, what he had to say had to
come out right. He had to make her understand that there was something between them,
even if he didn’t quite grasp what it was himself.
Chapter
11
Kammille
crossed her arms in front of her chest. She couldn’t possibly imagine what he
had to say that she would be interested in. The only thing she had to say to
him was take a hike!
“Five
minutes, then I have to get back in there,” Kammille said.
“Then
I’d better use the time wisely,” he responded. Before she could even begin to
guess his intentions, he’d backed her against the wall and his lips were
seducing hers open.
Kammille
had no time to form resistance. Her physical craving for him outweighed any
mental objections, and before her mind could catch up, she was purring in
acquiescence against him, her arms wrapped around his neck – receiving and
giving kisses like a starved woman. And starved she was – for the sight, feel,
touch and need of him. She missed him mightily.
Landon
groaned in satisfaction, and his hands laced their way around her waist,
kneading the top of her buttocks, clawing in their desperation. The feel of her
in his arms was almost surreal -- he’d visualized it; dreamed of it; prayed for
it so many times since their parting. And now, she was here – in the confines
of his embrace, and he was never going to let her go again.
“Whoa,”
he said as he lifted his lips reluctantly from hers, his chest heaving as he
strove to control the breath rasping from his chest.
Kammille
felt dizzy. She staggered, his strong arms steadying her as he continued to
massage the mounds of her buttocks.
"I've
missed you so Kammille. I made such a mess of things in Miami. I wanted to call
you so many times,” he said, nipping at the sweetness of her bottom lip.
"We
didn't exchange numbers," she said, breathing heavily, her tongue darting
in and out to receive his desire-filled pecks. It was the only rational thought
she was able to form at that moment.
Landon
chuckled. "You're not hard to find sweetheart; especially when you and
your firm make the business pages quite often."
Kammille
smiled meekly. She wasn't ashamed of her success, but she didn't like to brag
about it either. Her anger had melted. She had no room in her body for any
other emotion than desire, which she didn't want to admit. But it was the
truth. All she wanted now was to hear what he had to say; to get this
conversation over with so she could figure out how to move on. “I have to be
getting back Landon. So can you just say what you want to say?” she said, her
blood cooling just a bit after the initial explosion of lust between them.
Please
God, let him hurry up before I dissolve into him again, she prayed. Kammille
knew that if he decided to take her right here in this hallways, she’d be
powerless to stop him.
His
lips ground into hers again. He pulled her hips to his, grinding his hardened
shaft into her. Kammille liquefied.
“Damn
I want you so bad,” he spit out, lost in a sea of frustrated restraint. “The
first thing I want to say,” he said, gulping for air, “is I’m sorry for the way
I behaved in Miami. I saw you leave the hotel, you know?”
“You
did?” Kammille looked up at him, a mixture of desire and confusion in her eyes.
“Yes.
The cab driver was putting your bag in the car. By the time I navigated that
damn long staircase, he’d already pulled off. I couldn’t believe what I was
seeing. I was pissed – first at you, but most of all at myself.”
“I
don’t understand,” she uttered.
His
grey eyes penetrated hers, his hand cradling one side of her face.
professional info on her, but he knew precious little about her personal life –
and that’s the part that had taken up so much space in his head since their
fateful meeting in Miami a month ago.
Even
though he was ill prepared for meeting her like this, what he had to say had to
come out right. He had to make her understand that there was something between them,
even if he didn’t quite grasp what it was himself.
Chapter
11
Kammille
crossed her arms in front of her chest. She couldn’t possibly imagine what he
had to say that she would be interested in. The only thing she had to say to
him was take a hike!
“Five
minutes, then I have to get back in there,” Kammille said.
“Then
I’d better use the time wisely,” he responded. Before she could even begin to
guess his intentions, he’d backed her against the wall and his lips were
seducing hers open.
Kammille
had no time to form resistance. Her physical craving for him outweighed any
mental objections, and before her mind could catch up, she was purring in
acquiescence against him, her arms wrapped around his neck – receiving and
giving kisses like a starved woman. And starved she was – for the sight, feel,
touch and need of him. She missed him mightily.
Landon
groaned in satisfaction, and his hands laced their way around her waist,
kneading the top of her buttocks, clawing in their desperation. The feel of her
in his arms was almost surreal -- he’d visualized it; dreamed of it; prayed for
it so many times since their parting. And now, she was here – in the confines
of his embrace, and he was never going to let her go again.
“Whoa,”
he said as he lifted his lips reluctantly from hers, his chest heaving as he
strove to control the breath rasping from his chest.
Kammille
felt dizzy. She staggered, his strong arms steadying her as he continued to
massage the mounds of her buttocks.
"I've
missed you so Kammille. I made such a mess of things in Miami. I wanted to call
you so many times,” he said, nipping at the sweetness of her bottom lip.
"We
didn't exchange numbers," she said, breathing heavily, her tongue darting
in and out to receive his desire-filled pecks. It was the only rational thought
she was able to form at that moment.
Landon
chuckled. "You're not hard to find sweetheart; especially when you and
your firm make the business pages quite often."
Kammille
smiled meekly. She wasn't ashamed of her success, but she didn't like to brag
about it either. Her anger had melted. She had no room in her body for any
other emotion than desire, which she didn't want to admit. But it was the
truth. All she wanted now was to hear what he had to say; to get this
conversation over with so she could figure out how to move on. “I have to be
getting back Landon. So can you just say what you want to say?” she said, her
blood cooling just a bit after the initial explosion of lust between them.
Please
God, let him hurry up before I dissolve into him again, she prayed. Kammille
knew that if he decided to take her right here in this hallways, she’d be
powerless to stop him.
His
lips ground into hers again. He pulled her hips to his, grinding his hardened
shaft into her. Kammille liquefied.
“Damn
I want you so bad,” he spit out, lost in a sea of frustrated restraint. “The
first thing I want to say,” he said, gulping for air, “is I’m sorry for the way
I behaved in Miami. I saw you leave the hotel, you know?”
“You
did?” Kammille looked up at him, a mixture of desire and confusion in her eyes.
“Yes.
The cab driver was putting your bag in the car. By the time I navigated that
damn long staircase, he’d already pulled off. I couldn’t believe what I was
seeing. I was pissed – first at you, but most of all at myself.”
“I
don’t understand,” she uttered.
His
grey eyes penetrated hers, his hand cradling one side of her face.
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