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“Oh, come on, you know.” She casts a sideways glance my direction as a slight blush seeps into her cheeks.
“Yeah, I know.” I smirk. “I didn’t know you had such a dirty mind. It’s kind of hot.”
“That wasn’t supposed to be dirty.” She swats at my shoulder as we reach the door and digs into her purse for her keys.
“Yeah, but it was.” I step into her so her back is pressed to my chest. “And I liked it,” I whisper into her ear.
Lisa fumbles with the keys, and I smile against her neck, knowing she's flustered. She unlocks the door, and I push it open, holding it ajar for her to enter. We step inside, and just barely manage to get the door shut before I pin her to it and cover her mouth with mine. She drops her bag and threads her fingers in my hair as I run my hands over her hips and press my body to hers. As our tongues meet, she moans softly, and I go from slightly aroused to a full-blown hard-on.
To regain control, I pull back, nuzzle her neck. “I’ve been wanting to taste you again all day,” I growl.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, pulling my mouth back to hers.
I pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist, pressing my erection between her legs while I explore her mouth. I want to take my time, to fit my lips softly against hers and leisurely savor her sweetness, but I lose control the minute our lips meet, and kiss her hungrily, unable to satisfy my need to taste her. As I hold her suspended against the door, she rocks against me, and for a brief moment I think I might find release even with all my clothes on. But when Lisa reaches for the buttons on my shirt and a burst of cool air sweeps over my chest, I come back from the edge of oblivion and force myself to pull away.
She’s breathing heavily, her lips swollen and pink from my stubble. “I’m sorry. I seem to keep losing control around you.”
“I’m not sorry,” she says. “I like it.”
My dick twitches against the seam of my jeans, and I’m tempted to strip us both down right here and take her. In the past, I would have, because I saw no reason not to accept the pleasure that was being offered, even knowing it wouldn’t lead to more. But this is different. Lisa is different. I don’t want to bring sex into it too soon.
I kiss her softly, trying to get my own breathing back under control. “I like it, too. And I really like you.”
“But?” She sighs as I kiss her neck.
“But I don’t think we should go to bed together the same day we have our first kiss.” I stroke her cheek.
“Who says I was going to go to bed with you?” She scowls. I look deep into her eyes, see the fire and the confusion, and wait. “Fine, I was going to go to bed with you. Don’t you want that?”
“Desperately,” I exhale.
“Then what’s the problem?” She rocks her hips against mine, very nearly destroying the little control I’ve managed to regain. I’m not able to stifle the groan of need.
“The problem is for the last decade I’ve had sex but not relationships. I don’t want to rush into one at the expense of the other.”
Lisa takes a deep breath and holds it, relaxing her grip on my waist so I can set her back on the floor. “I’m not convinced that rushing is a bad idea, but I’ll wait if that’s what you want.”
I kiss her again, long and lingering and sweet. “Thank you.” I press my forehead to hers.
“Any requests for our next date?” she asks, her hands still clutching at my hips as she tries to calm herself. I’m ashamed to admit my ego is about as inflated as it can get knowing I’ve done that to her.
“I don’t love heights. Or food that’s still alive. Other than that, I’m up for anything.”
“Good to know,” she breathes.
I put my hand on the doorknob and pause, looking deep into her eyes, getting lost in her all over again. I lean in, brushing my lips across hers a final time. “Tell me when and I’ll be here,” I whisper. Then I walk out the door.
Chapter 10
Lisa
I’m still shaking as I close the door. My libido jumped from a four to a ten in the span of two minutes, and it’s going to take a while for it to come back down.
I know I should appreciate the fact that Chris isn’t solely interested in sex, but that would've been helpful to know before letting him bring me to the brink of orgasm. Although, to be fair, he probably had no idea I was ready to burst after a little rubbing. In the ten years he’s been having sex but no relationships, I’ve probably had two relationships and a limited amount of sex, considering neither lasted very long, and I’m beyond ready for the latter.
Now what? It’s the middle of the afternoon, I’m home alone, and I’m unbearably aroused. If I’m not going to see any action today, maybe my characters can. I open my laptop and locate the spot where I left off. My two main characters have already visited the bedroom once, but no juicy romance is complete with only one sex scene. Three is the minimum in my book, and it’s just about time for these two to get to the second one. But what should it be?
Over the course of several books, I’ve written dozens of bedroom scenes, and while repetition is inevitable after a certain point, I like to try to bring in a new element every time, so it’s not the same scene over and over again. These two particular characters are work colleagues carrying on a secret romance. Maybe I should have an office scene? Or maybe they should be sent on a business trip and they have a hotel scene? The problem is how to do the scene without making the love story seem cheap and lurid. Although workplace dalliances are forbidden at this particular fictional company, these two characters aren’t dallying. They’re truly falling for one another, so if I put together an office scene, it has to be something where passion and emotion overwhelm them, not a hookup for the sake of getting naughty in the very place that forbids them from being together. I’m pondering if I can make an office scene work when the phone interrupts my thoughts. Great, it’s Harper. Well, now my libido is officially back to zero. I’ve been dodging enough, though, so I have to take this.
