She blinked in phony wide-eyed innocence. “Of course not.” She turned to the stove to start the wine while I went to hang the wreath.
It took less than five minutes, and I returned to the kitchen and enjoyed her fine ass. “So, what is this path you’re looking for going to look like?”
She gasped and glared at me over her shoulder. “Not cool, Brock. And I don’t know. If I knew that, at least I’d feel like I had a goal.”
“You’re good at helping people, not just at the pub but around town. People like you, and they respect you. Maybe get a job with the town?”
She scoffed. “I don’t have training for that.”
I frowned at her instant dismissal and closed the distance between us while she was distracted. “Sure you do. Trust me.”
She shivered against my chest, but it was that soft gasp that shot straight to my cock. “I can’t lie about my experience.”
“You don’t have to. You just have to understand your skill set.” I leaned down as I whispered the words, our lips just a breath away from one another.
“Brock,” she half-whispered and half-moaned.
It was enough to snap what little control I had left. “Sela,” I whispered a moment before my mouth crashed down over hers. Her lips were soft and sweet, pliable under my kisses. My hands speared through her hair, holding her in place while I devoured her for long, eternal minutes. Our tongues fit together perfectly and knew the steps of the perfect dance, tangling and rubbing together like we’d been doing this forever.
Sela moaned and her hands went to my chest, sliding up and down my torso, basically feeling me up. She moaned again as if she liked what she felt and what she tasted before she glued her body to mine.
The kiss was everything I knew it would be. It was everything I should’ve been running from the moment our lips collided, but I couldn’t go anywhere. I was rooted to the spot, incapable of separating my mouth from hers because I wasn’t sure if I knewhow to breathe without her attached to me. Hell, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know if life existed outside of this kiss.
Her fingertips hooked into the waistband of my jeans, her warm touch setting me on fire, and when she tugged, I growled and deepened the kiss. This was the most fun I had kissing a woman since I was a teenager, but I couldn’t deny the ache behind my zipper served as a warning that I wasn’t a teenager anymore.
Sela pulled her lips from mine, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at me. Her fingers went to her lips as if she couldn’t quite believe that kiss. “Brock,” she gasped and turned away from me.
This time I wasn’t worried because I felt the shock that showed on her face. “Sela.”
She shook her head.
“Turn around, Sela.”
She shook her head again, stubborn woman.
I spun her back to me. “Tell me to stop. Send me home.”
She nodded and looped one arm around my neck and then the other. “I should. I know I should.” She softly pressed her lips to my jaw. “Stop this,” she whispered and kissed my chin on her way to the other side of my jaw. “Go home. Now.” And then her lips were on mine again, and nothing else in the world mattered except the spot where our lips touched.
About a decade later, the kiss ended with both of us panting and staring at each other in shock. “Sela,” I began, but I had no clue what the fuck I was going to say.
She nodded. “Wow. That was some kiss,” she offered and licked her lips. “A really bad, amazing, hot kiss.”
“Bad?” I reached for her and pulled her close again. “Then I think I must’ve done it wrong.”
She laughed and swatted at my arm. “If you do it any more right, my clothes will burst into flames.”
“That’s not the deterrent you think it is,” I assured her and then, because I could and because I couldn’t get enough, I kissed her again.
Chapter 7
Sela
“Thank you for sharing your energy with me today.” Hailey smiled serenely through the laptop screen as she stood tall with her palms pressed together. “Inhale peace and exhale happiness before you go out there and crush your day.” She smiled, and the screen faded to black.
It wasn’t just a great early morning yoga session; it was a necessary one. My mind and body were a whirlwind of chaos, and it was all because of Brock, more specifically Brock’s kisses. The man kissed like he got paid to do it and made a damn good living. He kissed me like I was the air he breathed, the water he needed to sustain his life. He kissed me like he just couldn’tnotkiss me.
It was intoxicating.
