Rain fell and drummed on the car’s roof. The windows fogged up, making it look like they’d been doing more than talking. He’d give anything to kiss her again. Touch her again. He leaned forward and toyed with a lock of silky, honey brown hair resting on her shoulder. She shivered.
Not able to wait another moment, his hands cupped the back of her head, bringing their faces closer. And just when he was about to claim her lips, her hand splayed on his chest, pushing him away. A groan of frustration caught in his throat.
“Stop, Ethan, we can’t do this.” She frowned at the uncertainty of her own words.
He slumped back in his seat.
“You get close and put your hands on me and I forget that this is wrong,” Holly said. “I know you said you have some kind ofarrangementwith Victoria, I don’t want to get involved with that.”
“It’s over.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“After dropping you off at Chloe’s last night, I went to see her and told her we’re over.”
“How’d she take that?”
Not as good as he’d hoped. “She wants us to get some photos leaked of us not getting along. Says it’ll be good for publicity.”
“Wow. I didn’t know celebrity’s lives were so complicated.”
“You have no idea. Now that I’ve become a littlelesscomplicated, tell me I can kiss you. I’ve been dying to all morning.”
“Then you’d better hurry up. We don’t have all day.”
He slid as close to her as the console in the car allowed, and she released a quick intake of breath as he placed his hand on her hip. Trailing his fingers along the waistband of her jeans, he grabbed the denim, tugging her closer.
This time, when his mouth neared hers, she didn’t stop him.
* * *
Maybe Holly needed to add she wasn’t after a commitmentorany involvement with men. But when he asked to kiss her, she wanted it more than anything. And, oh wow! The man could kiss. He had a God given talent. When their mouths connected, every rotten memory about Oliver and her parents disappeared, and Ethan consumed her mind and body.
The kiss was better than the last one and if they got any hotter, she’d combust into flames. Her skin was already heating up, so she shrugged out of her jacket, careful not to sever their connection. Their lips were sealed so tight, there was nothing that could tear them apart.
That was until Ethan’s hand slid under her top and cupped her breast. She broke away with a gasp and when his thumb grazed over a peaked nipple, she bit her bottom lip to stop herself groaning.
Ethan Doyle was doing all these good things to her and her body wanted it. Her mind on the other hand kept telling her this was a mistake. She’d known the man for two days. She’d had enough of bad relationships. But this wasn’t going to turn into a relationship because she was leaving in a month. She didn’t know what this was. If Ethan was bad, he was doing a damn good job of it. Because now his mouth covered her breast, and he was doing something wicked with his tongue. She wiggled in her seat, wet with need. Wanting his body pressed against hers. Skin on skin. As she tried to manoeuvre herself, her knee smashed into the gearstick between them, crying out in pain.
Ethan raised his head, his eyes slightly unfocused. “Are you okay?”
“Just banged my knee.” The impact slammed her back to reality.
He made to reach for her again and it took all her strength to pull away.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
Yes. She had a hot guy doing wonderful things to her body and she put a stop to it. Was she crazy?
“We need to stop,” her voice came out in a husky whisper.
He slumped back in the seat and blew out a ragged breath. “Sorry, I got a little carried away. I didn’t mean for us to put on a public display.”
When she frowned, he nodded his head toward the windscreen. Morning traffic had picked up and cars drove past them and pedestrians walked by.
Public display is right. Thankfully the blow to her knee stopped her from doing something stupid like shimmying onto Ethan’s lap.
They stared out the window and took deep breaths. The rain had eased to a drizzle and their heavy breathing quietened down. The muffled noise of commuters on their way to work filled the interior of the car.
