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Easy for him to say, since, despite his pretty complimentary words, Ben didn’t feel anything towards me, at least not beyond basic attraction. He wanted me, naked and on my back, but he didn’t want me.
“Okay fine, I don’t want to be friends with my boss.”
His lips twitched in amusement as I tossed his words back at him. “Fair enough.” He took another step forward and I took a step back in response. “Can we try to be friends, Joss?”
“No.” I’d already made the decision to get over my silly crush, but that didn’t make attraction fade so easily, especially when his big body and masculine scent invaded my space. My private space. “Thanks for the apology.”
“Joss,” he growled and a second later, Ben’s lips were on mine, firm and insistent as his tongue swept across my lips in a drugging back and forth motion. He kept up the steady torture on my mouth while his hands molded over the curves of my hips, my waist and up to the back of my neck, forcing out a gasp that gave him entry to my mouth.
A garbled moan escaped at the taste of his tongue against mine and Ben pulled me closer, held my body tight to his so I could feel just how hard he was. Everywhere. Pull back. Do it now, Joss.
I was powerless to pull back, not when the kiss was so powerful, so potent. Not when this kiss was unlike any other kiss I’d ever experienced, filled so much need and unfulfilled anticipation. Such longing.
Longing for a man who kissed me like sex god, but didn’t want to date me. Been there, done that, have the scars to prove it. That thought was the bucket of cold water I needed to pull back, breathless and angry and fighting the urge to jump in his arms for another round of kissing.
Ben stepped forward with a smile and I put my hands up to stop him. “That was…hot.”
It was inferno hot, but that wasn’t the point. “That kiss was you proving some ridiculous point. Attraction and lust, those are nothing more than chemical responses, they mean nothing other than we want each other.”
“That’s a good start.”
Of course he would think so. “Get out. Please.”
“Joss,” he sighed. “Do you want me to apologize?”
“No, I want you to leave my house. Now.” I didn’t know what kind of games he was playing, but I wasn’t going to indulge whatever this was any longer. Not while I was naked and worked up, and close to forgetting everything but how long it had been since a man had touched me like that.
He nodded, disappointed, but resigned. “I hope you know that this has nothing to do with whether or not I want you, Joss.”
I folded my arms and glared at him. “You want to sleep with me, that’s not the same.” I skirted around him and yanked open the front door with as much anger and strength as I could. “Have a good night, Principal Rutherford.”
“Good night-,” I slammed the door in his face before he could say another tempting word. The sound of his deep laughter echoed against the door and I went back up to my cold bath and drained the water before falling into a restless sleep.
Filled with dreams of that kiss that left me hot and bothered, and wishing I’d just taken what I wanted.
Ben
I shouldn’t be quite so pleased with myself, but after a full weekend thinking about Joss’ kiss and ignoring my mother’s pointed questions about my love life, thoughts of the pretty soccer coach came out on top.
Even though they shouldn’t. I shouldn’t have kissed her, because she worked for me, which put her firmly off-limits. Joss wasn’t for me, but that didn’t change the fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about her. About the way her curves felt under my palm, the way she tasted on my tongue. Like heaven and the perfect Texas day all rolled into one sexy little blond package.
It was crazy, to show up at her home after dark and even crazier to kiss her when things were already so volatile between us. Adding sex, or lust, to the mix would only make things more confusing. More complicated, and that was the last thing I needed.
Even as I told myself that over and over again, my gaze went to the door every time a shadow crossed it, hoping to get a glimpse of her. Don’t look. It wasn’t Joss, not any of the three, possibly, four dozen times I looked up from my computer, my files, hoping it was her.
Good. I needed to stop thinking about her. I needed to stay away.
And I planned to. Hell, I was resolved to keep my distance until she strolled into my office, looking worried and mouth-watering in figure hugging jeans that showed off every curve, every muscle, paired with an ultra feminine blue sweater that made her blue eyes glitter like jewels. Never mind the heels she wore, with the tiny spiky heel, the kind I’d beg her to keep on while she had her legs wrapped around my body. Joss never wore shoes like that, or clothes like that, and based on the look of disdain she had for me, the outfit wasn’t for my benefit.
