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Could this be it?That moment when he realized they were meant to be together?
He crowded her, his rock-hard body brushing against her sensitive breasts, her nipples pert and aching. Something else rock hard pressed against her belly. Long. And. Hard. Pressing against the soft rolling flesh of her stomach.
Good Lord, the man was huge.
AJ cupped her face, the roughness of his work worn hands like fine grit sandpaper, gently sliding over sensitized skin. She shuddered at the sensation, her body trembling at his touch.
Finally.
He leaned in, the scent of spice, sweat, and hardworking male filled her nostrils, making her dizzy with the need to lick if off him. He was close, his mouth a mere inch from hers. His hot breaths fluttered over her face, tickling her eyelids and cheeks. He sucked in a deep breath, closed his eyes, and groaned.
He eyes popped open. Dark. Hungry. His gaze dropped to her lips.
“Fuck. I need to taste you,” he growled, before slamming his mouth to hers.
His large, callused hands, holding her head in place, her devoured her.
Hot. Devastating. Shattering. Ravenous. With each lap of his tongue, he ravaged her, pouring in emotion—desire, need, possessiveness, aggression. There was nothing she could do but give, and give, as he took. Stealing her thoughts, robbing her of breath and strength. She collapsed against him, her sensitive breasts with pebbled nipples rubbing against the hard expanse of his chest. Never in her life had she known such scorching lust.
His tongue sparred with hers, forcing her compliance, and she moaned into his mouth, even as he groaned into hers.
Yes. Take.
Her heart hammering, Maeve raised her arms, ready to thread her fingers behind his head, but he jerked as if coming awake, breaking their kiss, and shoving her backward.
“Fuck!” He palmed his face, rubbing at it like he was trying to wash her off. Wash off what they’d done. “Fuck! That wasn’t supposed to happen. That cannot happen.” He dropped his hands and cursed again, finally meeting her gaze.
Shame. Regret. Guilt. It was all plain as day, written into the furrows in his brow, the stress creases around his mouth and eyes, and the way his eyes were dark and hollow.
Humiliation rose up to suffocate her. She stumbled back, her ass hitting her desk and holding her upright when her legs gave out.
“I’m sorry, Maeve. I didn’t mean for this to happen. Forgive me.”
She dragged in a breath. “What’s wrong with it? We’re two adults…and I wanted that kiss.” She marveled at the bravery it took to admit that. She drew in another breath and steeled her spine. She could do this. “And I know you wanted it, too. You wouldn’t have done it otherwise.”
He shook his head, closing his eyes. The lips she’d kissed thinned.
“Yes, I wanted to kiss you, you’re an attractive woman, Maeve. But I can’t do this—whatever this is. I…I’m involved with someone else.”
That shook her…and not because it hurt, but because she knew who that someone else was.
Swan.
Her.
“Oh?” she asked, forcing a tone of disappointment.
He sighed, his expression softening. “Again, I’m sorry, Maeve. I just…I want to be with someone else. No hard feelings, right? We can be friends, right?”
“Right.” Fuck that!
He nodded, offering her a slight smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes.
The door was open and AJ’s back disappeared through it, just as a small victorious smile touched her lips.
That kiss changed everything.
From the Desk of SWAN
