can’t resist it. I know I should hold my tongue but I can’t.”
“I have a few ideas of what to do with your tongue,” he said. “Give me a kiss, Emma. One last kiss just for this moment and then I’ll let you go and you’ll stop flirting with me and that will be it.”
“One kiss? Wasn’t that what started this craziness?” she asked, licking her lips because just the thought of kissing him made everything feminine inside of her go on high alert.
Kell’s rational brain was no longer in charge. He had nothing left to lose. He wanted her, he couldn’t think when she was around and kissing her seemed like the most sensible thing in a world that had gone completely insane.
“Was it the kiss that started all this? I thought it was that time we worked together in the copy room more than ten years ago.”
Her breath caught. “I didn’t think you remembered that day.”
“I don’t really dwell on it that often but it’s always in the back in my mind. I think that one incident set all of this into motion.”
She kept running her finger along his jaw and it made it nearly impossible for him to think. But then holding her in his arms wasn’t really helping to keep him focused either. There was something about Emma and there always had been. She was smart, pretty, funny and unattainable. Still. Even though he’d conquered her, taken over her company and put her in a position where he should be holding all the cards, she pulled out this sexiness that he’d never really noticed before.
And once again he was at the disadvantage.
“You were so good-looking back then. And there wasn’t that edge to you that there is now.”
“What edge?”
“Like you always have your guard up. Even now when you are asking me for a kiss...there’s a dominance to you.”
“Dominance suits me,” he said. “Are you going to kiss me?”
“Not if you keep talking about it. We both know this is stupid,” she said.
“I no longer care,” he said. “I have your company, everyone on the board knows your plan to try to save your job. I am not going to make you promises of continued employment if you sleep with me. I’m just going to tell you that we both will sleep better if we do.”
She shook her head and he wondered if he’d miscalculated but he knew he hadn’t. He and Emma were similar. They always had been. They were the oldest of their families. The ones who’d been tasked with continuing the feud that their grandfathers had started. And they both were tired of carrying that mantle. Or at least he hoped she was.
Because he dreamed of kissing her mouth. Of tasting her one more time. He didn’t want to just walk away, and this time he wasn’t going to.
He still regretted letting her out of the elevator at Playtone-Infinity headquarters yesterday. It wasn’t in his nature to deny himself anything he wanted.
He lowered his head. Knowing this might be the last chance, he tried to take his time. He rubbed his lips over hers; she opened her mouth on a gasp and the sweetness of her breath brushed over him. He traced the seam of her lips with his tongue before pulling her closer and plunging his tongue deeper.
Slow, his mind said. Never, his body replied. She was in his arms, and taking his time was the last thing he wanted to do. At war with himself he did the one thing he’d been wanting to do since he’d left her in the stairwell yesterday. He pulled her closer to him, forgot she was a Chandler and he a Montrose. He kissed her like she was just Emma, a girl he knew, unencumbered by their past.
Her fingers slid up his jaw to his neck and she held him lightly as he kissed her. The way she touched him sent chills down his spine and made him long for more than this one kiss could offer.
He’d never lost himself in an embrace like this before. He wanted to pretend that she wasn’t different. That he wasn’t different. But that was another lie.
He felt his erection stir and she shifted to rub her hips against him. He groaned and slipped his hand around to her back and tugged her blouse from the waistband until he could slide his hand under the fabric and touch her skin. He exposed just a few inches at the small of her back but it was more erotic than having some other woman totally naked.
Her skin was softer than he’d thought a woman’s could be. She shivered a little at his touch and curled one hand tighter around his neck as she rose on tiptoe and deepened their kiss. He shook with the intensity of his need for her. He was still being subtle but his gut called for him to go for it.
He pushed one hand under her blouse and let his palm move slowly up between her shoulder blades, urging her closer to his chest. Her hands moved down his shoulders and he drew her closer as he continued to kiss her.
The he lifted her off her feet and turned to set her on her desk. He thrust his thigh between her legs and maneuvered them apart until he could stand between them. He felt the bite of her fingernails in his shoulders and lifted his head.
Her skin was flushed, her eyes half-closed and her lips parted as each breath was a forceful exhalation. Her hand came between them hovering over his chest before falling to touch him just over his racing heart.
“What are we doing?”
He didn’t want to talk or think. Instead he traced the high line of her cheekbone and her long smooth neck with his fingertip before lowering his head to kiss her again.
She hesitated for a second before wrapping her arms around him and drawing him closer. Her tongue tangled with his before plunging deeper and deeper. He had never wanted a woman more.
Nothing seemed to matter but this moment in time and he wanted it to never end. Because he also knew that once it did, it wouldn’t come again.
* * *
Kell’s hands were moving with surety and purpose and she knew that if she was going to call this off she had to do it soon. But he felt good. His kiss tasted just right and in a world where everything had been wrong for so long she wanted to believe in this. But she knew she couldn’t.
She groaned and pulled away from him. Saw that fiery passion in his pewter eyes and called herself a fool. But she’d rather stop herself now than regret this later. Hadn’t she promised herself no more jumping and hoping the bridge would appear? Wasn’t this just the kind of situation she had been trying to avoid?
She leaned forward, resting her forehead on his chest, and heard him curse savagely under his breath. Apologies danced around in her mind but she couldn’t vocalize them just yet.
“I’m freaking out here,” she said into his chest.
He awkwardly patted her on the back but she could tell he was still turned on. His breath was quick and labored and his erection pressed against her thigh. Stopping was at once the hardest thing she’d ever done and the most sensible. This was Kell Montrose.
Something her body didn’t seem to give a care about.
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