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As a father of a young boy, who I will do anything in the world to protect, everything in me wants to reach out and kiss her.
As her neighbor, I sit professionally in my seat and reassure her that I think she had one hundred percent done the right thing.
Who knew she was so full of fight and fire? How had my brother ever managed to date such a beautiful and feisty woman?
The rest of our dinner is much calmer and Gianna manages to shake off the irritation that the woman has left her with by making jokes about the food. She uses lighthearted humor to deflect tense situations. Another example of her resilience.
Walking home with her in the dark cool evening I have to stop myself from reaching out and touching her. I want to trace my fingers down her lower back again and feel the curves of her body. Hold her hand, anything, I just want to touch her.
She is gorgeous, carefree, smart, and so damn enticing.
I can smell her hair as the breeze catches it. That is where the warm vanilla and sandalwood scents are coming from. It is a dark and erotic scent, and I am not sure if it is the three glasses of wine or just her, but I am having a hard time focusing on anything else.
We reach her front door, and I am reluctant to end the evening. It has been the most relaxing and enjoyable night I have had in a long time.
"I might have to go for a swim now, I don't usually drink during the week, and I have a lot to do tomorrow." She chuckles.
A swim. Oh. She had to take my thoughts back to her in the pool.
"Thank you, Hudson, after today I ---"
Without thinking I push her against her front door, cupping my hand under her chin I lift her face up towards mine. For a second, she freezes, but as I press my lips onto her full slightly open mouth, I feel her body melt into mine and she raises herself onto her tiptoes to return the kiss with a force I did not expect from her.
My heart is thundering in my chest as I wrap my arms around her waist and press my hard cock against her body. She tastes of sweet wine as my tongue dances across her lips, wanting to lick up every drop of her. She gasps as I press into her again and her fingers are tight around the back of my neck as she tries to pull herself closer to me. I am throbbing, it is almost painful how my cock is pressing against the fabric of my jeans. I want to tear her clothing off piece by piece and thrust into her. My thoughts are uncontrolled, and I am about to reach out and open her front door when she pulls away slightly, gasping, her hands on my chest as she pushes me lightly.
"Wait, Hudson, what are we doing?"
It takes everything in me to step back. Watching her run her fingers across her moist lips. Her big green eyes are wild with lust.
What are we doing?
"Uh, yeah, it must be the wine. Sorry. That was a mistake." Fuck.
I step further back, and she adjusts her top which has ridden up a little revealing a sliver of her flat-toned stomach. My cock is still rock hard.
"Thank you for dinner." She says without turning her back to me. "I'll see you around?" She sounds breathless, and there's a rasp in her voice.
She is right. This is not supposed to happen. I wish I could tell my body to stop reacting.
"Thank you for coming with me, Gianna. I will see you around." I sigh, like I have just lost something I never had.
I turn to walk away. Knowing that should never have happened. Yet now I have tasted her, and I wonder if I will ever be able to forget it.
CHAPTER7
GIANNA
It is late afternoon. Realizing I have been staring at my laptop screen blankly for the past ten minutes I close it, frustrated with myself because I cannot get that kiss out of my mind. Most of me knows that it was the right thing, stopping it. But the rest of me has been fantasizing about dragging Hudson into my bed and --- I sigh.
Rubbing my eyes to try and clear my brain fog. Maybe I should just go for a run. It is a work-from-home day, but I have not been getting anything done. I can't let him get to me like this. For one thing, it is interrupting my work. That is unacceptable. For another thing, I just know it is wrong on every level. He is my ex's brother.
Dressed in my running gear I lock the front door behind me and head down the driveway. But of course, there is Hudson. Why did he have to be here now? I am specifically trying to clear him from my head.
He has just parked his car and is getting Taylor out of the car seat. I laugh quietly, still finding it amusing that such a ridiculous car has a car seat in it.
He is bending over to lift Taylor out of the car. His crisp white work shirt sleeves have been rolled up around his bicep which is flexing in the most beautiful ways. My skin starts tingling as I remember the way he had slipped those arms around my waist to pull me closer to him. The way he had pressed himself against me. All of him. And there was a lot of him.
I walk across to his side of the driveway.
