my clubs in the
back of the golf cart and speeding my way back to the house. I had had
definite plans for this weekend, and spending half of it with my father, making
him look good, hadn’t been part of them. I needed to get inside for a quick
shower and then find Miss Andrews. Pronto.
I parked the cart at the front of the house,
knowing there was less chance of being detained by some overeager party guest
these things were always rife with. I headed inside and up the stairs,
rounding the corner to one of the main bathrooms, when I felt a body crash into
mine.
A female body.
A soft, female body.
“Oh! I’m sorry,” Reagan breathed, her hands
coming up to stop herself, and resting on my chest.
I stared down at those hands, wondering why
they were still there, and praying to God she wouldn’t move them. Even though
I was already hot and sticky from being outside in the sun all day, her touch
felt scorching and I struggled to breathe.
This was truly ridiculous. Never had I
experienced such an overwhelming wave of desire.
What was I? A pre-pubescent teen?
I looked up into her face and found her eyes,
big and round, were watching me.
“It was my fault,” I answered. Why I was
whispering, I had no idea. There wasn’t anyone around.
Reagan, as if finally realizing her hands
were still clutching my chest, dropped them and took a small step away.
Damn.
We continued to stare at each other for the
briefest of moments, before she nervously looked away and tucked a lock of hair
back behind her ear. She swallowed, and I watched her throat move, wondering
what her skin tasted like. I imagined my tongue following the curve of her
throat, before sucking the tender spot just below her ear.
Double damn.
The tension was palpable, and I reached out
to brush away that lock of hair, that had fallen back across her forehead once
again. When she closed her eyes, visibly moved by my touch, I knew it had to
be now.
Without warning, or giving her a chance to
protest, I tugged her against me, one arm snaking around her waist to hold her
secure, and placing my other hand at the back of her head as I angled her to my
mouth.
Any trace of doubt I may have had about
kissing her in my parent’s hallway was dispelled the minute her arms wrapped
around my neck and a soft moan escaped her throat as she opened her lips to my
exploring tongue.
It was then I knew I had her.
Chapter Seven
Reagan
I had been kissed before. Some welcomed,
others unwanted.
None had been like this one.
I couldn’t have stopped it had I even been
given a chance to try. It had happened fast; he was fast. But the
second his lips connected with mine, all coherent thoughts of stopping fled and
were replaced by an overwhelming urge to divest him of the annoying shirt that
prevented my hands from feeling his heated skin. Every nerve in my body was on
alert as his hand on my waist slid up. I tensed slightly, hoping he would not
wrap himself around my arms, but he continued on until both hands gently cupped
my face.
Which he tilted slightly to deepen the kiss,
his tongue exploring every crevice before he pulled gently on my bottom lip
with his teeth.
My knees threatened to give out, but I was
saved that humiliation when he suddenly reached down, cupped my ass and lifted
me up against the wall. My legs immediately wrapped around his waist, as our
kiss changed. Nathan became predator and I was his prey, his mouth moving over
mine, demanding. . .taking. The heat between my legs burned, and I was
restless, moving against him, no longer caring that he was technically my boss
and this was wrong on so many levels. My only concern was that I needed him
inside me. Now. I raked my nails across his back as I sucked his earlobe
into my mouth.
Nathan growled low in his throat. “Shit .
.baby—“ He stopped, his breath coming in heavy gasps as he kissed and sucked
along my neck. He reached down
back of the golf cart and speeding my way back to the house. I had had
definite plans for this weekend, and spending half of it with my father, making
him look good, hadn’t been part of them. I needed to get inside for a quick
shower and then find Miss Andrews. Pronto.
I parked the cart at the front of the house,
knowing there was less chance of being detained by some overeager party guest
these things were always rife with. I headed inside and up the stairs,
rounding the corner to one of the main bathrooms, when I felt a body crash into
mine.
A female body.
A soft, female body.
“Oh! I’m sorry,” Reagan breathed, her hands
coming up to stop herself, and resting on my chest.
I stared down at those hands, wondering why
they were still there, and praying to God she wouldn’t move them. Even though
I was already hot and sticky from being outside in the sun all day, her touch
felt scorching and I struggled to breathe.
This was truly ridiculous. Never had I
experienced such an overwhelming wave of desire.
What was I? A pre-pubescent teen?
I looked up into her face and found her eyes,
big and round, were watching me.
“It was my fault,” I answered. Why I was
whispering, I had no idea. There wasn’t anyone around.
Reagan, as if finally realizing her hands
were still clutching my chest, dropped them and took a small step away.
Damn.
We continued to stare at each other for the
briefest of moments, before she nervously looked away and tucked a lock of hair
back behind her ear. She swallowed, and I watched her throat move, wondering
what her skin tasted like. I imagined my tongue following the curve of her
throat, before sucking the tender spot just below her ear.
Double damn.
The tension was palpable, and I reached out
to brush away that lock of hair, that had fallen back across her forehead once
again. When she closed her eyes, visibly moved by my touch, I knew it had to
be now.
Without warning, or giving her a chance to
protest, I tugged her against me, one arm snaking around her waist to hold her
secure, and placing my other hand at the back of her head as I angled her to my
mouth.
Any trace of doubt I may have had about
kissing her in my parent’s hallway was dispelled the minute her arms wrapped
around my neck and a soft moan escaped her throat as she opened her lips to my
exploring tongue.
It was then I knew I had her.
Chapter Seven
Reagan
I had been kissed before. Some welcomed,
others unwanted.
None had been like this one.
I couldn’t have stopped it had I even been
given a chance to try. It had happened fast; he was fast. But the
second his lips connected with mine, all coherent thoughts of stopping fled and
were replaced by an overwhelming urge to divest him of the annoying shirt that
prevented my hands from feeling his heated skin. Every nerve in my body was on
alert as his hand on my waist slid up. I tensed slightly, hoping he would not
wrap himself around my arms, but he continued on until both hands gently cupped
my face.
Which he tilted slightly to deepen the kiss,
his tongue exploring every crevice before he pulled gently on my bottom lip
with his teeth.
My knees threatened to give out, but I was
saved that humiliation when he suddenly reached down, cupped my ass and lifted
me up against the wall. My legs immediately wrapped around his waist, as our
kiss changed. Nathan became predator and I was his prey, his mouth moving over
mine, demanding. . .taking. The heat between my legs burned, and I was
restless, moving against him, no longer caring that he was technically my boss
and this was wrong on so many levels. My only concern was that I needed him
inside me. Now. I raked my nails across his back as I sucked his earlobe
into my mouth.
Nathan growled low in his throat. “Shit .
.baby—“ He stopped, his breath coming in heavy gasps as he kissed and sucked
along my neck. He reached down
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