Page 21 of Come A Little Closer

I moaned into his mouth as I kissed him back. Fireworks exploded in my nerve endings as I finally surrendered to the attraction I’d been feeling to him all along.

Niall was an even better kisser than I’d given him credit for, and I’d given him quite a lot of credit. There was just something so inherently confident about him that somehow I’d known he’d be good at it. The truth was that I hadn’t been able to give him enough credit because I hadn’t known it was possible for a kiss to be this good.

For all my bravado, I hadn’t kissed very many different men in my life. There had been Carter, of course, but only a couple others after him and none of those had been any good either.

At least, not when compared to Niall’s kiss. The man might’ve been reserved in other areas of his life, but he sure wasn’t holding anything back right now.

In fact, I’d never experienced this kind of head-on, all-consuming intensity with a man before. It was like as soon as his lips had crashed into mine, he’d forgotten that the rest of the world even existed, and in doing so, he was threatening to wipe its existence from my own mind in turn.

With those lips pressing so deliciously hard against my own, he captured my face in one of his hands and wrapped his fingers around the nape of my neck with the other. I’d worn my hair loose tonight, and he gathered the strands that had been in the way in his grip, holding them just hard enough to let me know he meant business.

We leaned into each other so far that our chests were pressed together. His biceps enveloped me in his arms even though I wasn’t technically wrapped up in them. If I’d known the other morning this was what it felt like to be kissed by him, I never would have let him think he was sneaking out of my bed.

I leaned into him even further, tightening my grip on his hair and giving myself over to him completely. He groaned in response. His tongue glided against my own as he slid an arm around my hips.

With my chest pressed against his, my nipples were so hard and sensitive that even just the fabric of my bra brushing against them sent tingles of pleasure skating through me. Niall’s fingers flexed on my hip, his hand moving until his fingertips touched a sliver of bare skin where my shirt had ridden up.

I jolted at the innocent little touch, like the pads of his fingers on my skin were delivering tiny but pleasurable shocks. On the other hand, it felt like both of us had been electrified and there were sparks coming off us as we kissed.

He adjusted his grip on me, and his arm was like a vise around my waist as he started lifting me. Instantly understanding what he wanted, I got up on my knees and climbed over the armrest between us, hooking a knee on either side of his hips.

Aware that I was now straddling him, I ran my fingers through his hair once more. Our lips parted only to allow each of us to take a deep breath before we came together once more. Whatever reservations I might’ve had about kissing him melted away. My body pressed against his, my panties completely soaked through as I lowered myself down on his lap.

At the first touch of the seam of my jeans against the hardness in his slacks, he hissed into my mouth, a slight tremble traveling through him. Strangely, feeling it made me moan, and I settled on his lap, adjusting my position to allow myself some friction where I needed it.

Niall’s entire body was tense against mine, practically thrumming. His hips started rocking underneath me. The motions were small, barely there, and yet, they were enough to make me feel like I was right on the edge.

I quivered on top of him, so into this that I lost track of where I was and who I was with for a moment. Right now, there was only him and me and this insane chemistry between us. I found my hands dropping lower on his back before I could think better of it.

I curled my fingers into the fabric of his shirt and tugged, intent on freeing it from his pants so I could get it off him. I was suddenly desperate to see more of him. To feel more of him against my skin. In response, he ran his own hands under the hem of my shirt, pressing the flat of his palms against my ribs. He elicited more moans from me when I felt his fingers skate against the underside of my bra.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, the last little bit of self-awareness I had left started screaming at me to stop. His shirt slid free of his waistband, and while most of me rejoiced at being one step closer to having him naked, that self-awareness reminded me who I was about to undress.

Niall Morrison is your boss, Tallulah. Your boss and your landlord. He’s a playboy who can have any woman he wants. You’re just going to be another notch on his bedpost, and then what?

I finally wrenched my mouth away from his, panting and flustered. I shook my head. “I have to leave. I’m so sorry. I crossed a line.”

“No, I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely, his voice rough with what sounded like raw need.

It made my heart skip and another rush of heat pooled between my legs, but I forced myself to ignore it. Seeing as how I was more turned on than I’d ever been, it wasn’t easy, but I finally starting scooting backward on his lap. “No, really. This was my fault. I shouldn’t have⁠—”

“Tallulah, I⁠—”

“I really should go.” I stood up like a shot, just about ready to leave this tangled mess of apologies and the giant mistake I’d just made in my wake. “Thank you for watching the movies with me. I⁠—”

“Let me call my driver.”

“I’ll just get an Uber.” I grabbed my purse and blindly rummaged through it with one hand as I tried my best to fix my clothing with the other. “I’m sure I’ll get one.”

“That’s really not necessary,” he protested, but my phone was already in my hand and I waved him off, stumbling backward as I hit the button to request a ride. “My driver is⁠—”

“It’s done.” I blinked hard and drew in a deep breath, searching for some semblance of either calm or my center, but my body was still raring to go and my heart was still racing like mad. “I’ll see you.”

I spun around. My footsteps fell hard against the wooden floors as I rushed down the hall. A moment later, I heard him behind me. “Tallulah, wait. Can we just talk about this?”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” I said quickly, my head swimming. “Really. It’s fine. I’m sorry.”

Just leave me alone! Let me go.