conversation I crossed my arms for something to distract me from the charged static that seemed to hang around us. The sexual tension was like treacle – at least that’s how it seemed to me, anyway. God knows what he thought, because apart from a brief stroke of my hand just now, he’d given away nothing since I’d met him except moodiness.
‘Do you know who I am?’ he asked quietly, causing me to blush instantly. How embarrassing; I’d spent two nights in his house and hadn’t even bothered to find out his name. But then again, what kind of host was he to allow me to stay and not introduce himself properly? A grouchy, miserable host, that’s what, I thought with a barely supressed snort.
‘No, Sarah didn’t mention your name,’ I mumbled, to which he merely nodded thoughtfully at my response. ‘You look vaguely familiar, but I can’t place where from,’ I added, voicing my own earlier thoughts. ‘Have we met before?’
A frown creased my brows as I considered him again. He definitely looked a fair few years older than me, but perhaps I went to school with him? Maybe he was one of the college guys I’d been pathetically gazing at in the canteen with hormonal longing back in my teenage days of braces and bunches.
‘No. We’ve not met before.’ His response was immediate and his tone so brusque it immediately ended the conversation right there. Deep down, I already knew that if we had crossed paths before I would have remembered someone this attractive. I had a feeling that even after just these few days, he wouldn’t be an easy man for me to forget, either.
After his question I had expected him to share his name, so I was caught completely off-guard when he instead swivelled his chair, took a firm grip on my hips, and guided me sideways so I was leaning back on the desk directly in front of him.
God Lord, I was practically nestled between his spread thighs. In fact, if he just shifted forwards a few centimetres then my knees would be getting incredibly friendly with his groin.
A small gasp of shock escaped my lips, partly from his unexpected actions but also from the fire that leapt across my skin where his hands still lightly rested on my hips. Even through my jeans, it felt as if his touch was searing my skin and I instantly found my hands clinging to the edge of the desk until my knuckles ached.
‘W … what are you doing?’ I whispered raggedly, my breathing short and sharp from his sudden contact – not to mention, close proximity. I was too shocked to want to know the answer, but also too intrigued to consider moving away.
In one fluid movement, he stood up and stepped even closer to me then, using one of his thighs to part my knees, he positioned himself right in between my legs, well and truly within my personal space so that our bodies were just millimetres apart.
Talk about up close and personal.
I gulped loudly, so loudly that I saw the corner of his mouth tweak in a smug smile, looking positively satisfied with my physical response to him. What a smooth mover. Not to mention arrogant. ‘You were shivering, gorgeous girl, I thought I’d warm you up,’ he murmured, before one of his hands rose and slid into my hair as his lips descended on mine, crushing my mouth as he held me immobile with a gentle grip by my nape.
Gorgeous girl. His bizarre turn of phrase rang in my head as my lips parted and a lusty moan escaped my throat. Rational thought told me I shouldn’t respond to his kiss; I’d only just met him and I didn’t even know his name, but I simply couldn’t help myself. For whatever reason – be it chemistry, magnetism, or just plain old lust – this man attracted me like no other I’d ever met, and my body’s response was immediate as I joined in his kiss and reached up to wrap my arms around his shoulders, where I dug into his jumper and pulled him closer.
My heated reaction seemed to please him because I heard a growl of approval shortly before the hand on my
‘Do you know who I am?’ he asked quietly, causing me to blush instantly. How embarrassing; I’d spent two nights in his house and hadn’t even bothered to find out his name. But then again, what kind of host was he to allow me to stay and not introduce himself properly? A grouchy, miserable host, that’s what, I thought with a barely supressed snort.
‘No, Sarah didn’t mention your name,’ I mumbled, to which he merely nodded thoughtfully at my response. ‘You look vaguely familiar, but I can’t place where from,’ I added, voicing my own earlier thoughts. ‘Have we met before?’
A frown creased my brows as I considered him again. He definitely looked a fair few years older than me, but perhaps I went to school with him? Maybe he was one of the college guys I’d been pathetically gazing at in the canteen with hormonal longing back in my teenage days of braces and bunches.
‘No. We’ve not met before.’ His response was immediate and his tone so brusque it immediately ended the conversation right there. Deep down, I already knew that if we had crossed paths before I would have remembered someone this attractive. I had a feeling that even after just these few days, he wouldn’t be an easy man for me to forget, either.
After his question I had expected him to share his name, so I was caught completely off-guard when he instead swivelled his chair, took a firm grip on my hips, and guided me sideways so I was leaning back on the desk directly in front of him.
God Lord, I was practically nestled between his spread thighs. In fact, if he just shifted forwards a few centimetres then my knees would be getting incredibly friendly with his groin.
A small gasp of shock escaped my lips, partly from his unexpected actions but also from the fire that leapt across my skin where his hands still lightly rested on my hips. Even through my jeans, it felt as if his touch was searing my skin and I instantly found my hands clinging to the edge of the desk until my knuckles ached.
‘W … what are you doing?’ I whispered raggedly, my breathing short and sharp from his sudden contact – not to mention, close proximity. I was too shocked to want to know the answer, but also too intrigued to consider moving away.
In one fluid movement, he stood up and stepped even closer to me then, using one of his thighs to part my knees, he positioned himself right in between my legs, well and truly within my personal space so that our bodies were just millimetres apart.
Talk about up close and personal.
I gulped loudly, so loudly that I saw the corner of his mouth tweak in a smug smile, looking positively satisfied with my physical response to him. What a smooth mover. Not to mention arrogant. ‘You were shivering, gorgeous girl, I thought I’d warm you up,’ he murmured, before one of his hands rose and slid into my hair as his lips descended on mine, crushing my mouth as he held me immobile with a gentle grip by my nape.
Gorgeous girl. His bizarre turn of phrase rang in my head as my lips parted and a lusty moan escaped my throat. Rational thought told me I shouldn’t respond to his kiss; I’d only just met him and I didn’t even know his name, but I simply couldn’t help myself. For whatever reason – be it chemistry, magnetism, or just plain old lust – this man attracted me like no other I’d ever met, and my body’s response was immediate as I joined in his kiss and reached up to wrap my arms around his shoulders, where I dug into his jumper and pulled him closer.
My heated reaction seemed to please him because I heard a growl of approval shortly before the hand on my
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