Page 60 of Never To Be Mine

I cupped her face with both hands, angling her head so I could kiss her deeper. A soft little moan escaped her lips. Her hands slid up my chest to my shoulders, her fingers digging in like she was afraid I might pull away.

Not a chance.

I walked her backward until her back hit the wall next to the bottling line. She gasped against my mouth. I took advantage, sweeping my tongue against hers. She tasted like coffee and the fruity lip gloss she’d been wearing. I wore it now.

“This is such a bad idea,” she breathed against my lips.

“The worst,” I agreed, kissing along her jaw.

I claimed her mouth again, harder this time. More demanding. Her back arched off the wall, pressing her body against mine. Every curve fit perfectly against me, like we were made for this.

My hands moved to her waist, pulling her body against mine. She shivered and tangled her fingers in my hair.

“Hollis,” she gasped when I broke away to breathe.

“Yeah?”

“Your office. Now.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the back of the warehouse. We stumbled through the door, our mouths finding each other again before it even closed behind us.

I stopped and stepped back. I could separate work from pleasure, but could she?

She stared at me.

“I’m not pressuring you,” I said.

“Maybe you could stop talking. I’m not interested in overthinking.”

I grinned. “Works for me.”

19

JUNO

The moment the words left his mouth, I stepped forward, fisted my hands in his T-shirt, and yanked him down to meet me. My lips crashed against his, hungry and impatient. I’d spent days telling myself this was a mistake, and now I was done pretending.

Hollis growled and answered immediately. His hands landed on my waist, fingers digging in as he pulled me flush against him. The heat of his body burned through my clothes. I tilted my head and opened for him. His tongue slid against mine. He tasted of mint, like he’d just brushed his teeth.

His kiss made my knees weak.

I walked him backward until his legs hit the edge of his desk. He sat, and I stepped between his legs, never breaking the kiss. My hands roamed over his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath the cotton, and then higher to his strong shoulders. I could feel his heart hammering. Good. I wasn’t the only one swept up in this moment.

He gripped the back of my neck with one hand and angled my head exactly where he wanted it, deepening the kiss until I was dizzy. His other hand slid down to my ass, squeezing, hauling me tighter against the hard line of his erection. The contact sent a jolt straight through me. I rubbed myself against that glorious steel between his legs.

“Fuck, Juno,” he breathed against my mouth. The words were ragged.

I swallowed them and kissed him harder, teeth grazing his lower lip before I sucked on it. He tasted like everything I wasn’t supposed to want. I nipped at his jaw, then soothed the spot with my tongue.

His hands were everywhere, sliding under the hem of my blouse, palms hot against my skin, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts through my bra. I arched into the touch and gasped when his thumbs found my nipples and circled.

The office door was open but we were alone. The ache between my legs grew. I pressed closer, chasing the friction, chasing the way he groaned when I rocked against him again.

Hollis broke the kiss just long enough to drag his mouth down my throat. “You sure?” he asked, voice rough, lips brushing my pulse.

I answered by grabbing his face and pulling him back to my mouth. “Shut up and keep kissing me.”

He laughed once and obeyed. The kiss turned filthy, promising everything else would be just as good. My blouse was half untucked. His T-shirt was pushed up under my hands. I wanted skin. I wanted to feel every inch of the body I’d spent weeks pretending not to notice.