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That baby packed over four years’ worth of research and investment into one souped up ride.
How could one woman’s kiss beat that?
It shouldn’t have been possible.
And yet, it was. She was. She always had beaten everything around him.
He devoured her, knowing she might not let him near her again this lifetime. He’d been stunned, then hurt by her opinion of him, and everything within had urged him on. Inspired him to grab a hold of her and then quieten her. Take those words from her lips and change her opinion of him.
Only trouble was, he was as into the kiss as she was. There was no manipulating this, no making her see sense. He was as lost to the wonder that flared between them as she was. And that was a terrifying fact.
But the terror couldn’t hold him for long.
He wasn’t capable of anything other than kissing her while she was within his arms.
With a shudder, he let his tongue do some talking of its own. He explored her mouth, reveling in the pressure as she pushed back, exploring him, not passively taking his kiss but taking him too. Making him feel. Making him wish they could go to his office and make this public scene more private.
He shuddered as she wriggled against him, her belly pressing against his cock in a way that would have had his eyes rolling in his head had they not been firmly closed. He pulled back only to nip at her bottom lip. Tugging it away from her teeth, he thrust his tongue into her mouth and groaned as she moaned back.
Sisters were a no go area.
It was part of the bro code.
The little minx in his arms, had she not been a sister of the man who was more of a brother than a friend, would have been conquered many years past. He’d always had his eye on Hailey, and he’d make no bones about that.
Even now, though he felt guilt on Aidan’s behalf, he equally admitted that he couldn’t help himself. That she robbed him of all control, and though that admission should have petrified him, when he was with her, he felt nothing but the glory of the moment. She made him feel alive, like when he went skiing off-piste in the danger zones. Had his heart flaring to life, like when he was skydiving.
There was danger here too. Adrenaline. But the peril came from a whole other different source.
Labor Day had been an anomaly. Or so he’d thought.
She’d taken his world and tilted it on its head. All with one kiss. Not even a grope. Nothing deeper than an illicit meeting of their mouths that had informed him they were more than equals on that footing.
He’d never expected another chance, but he’d been hoping for an opportunity.
Praying, more like.
With a shudder, he grabbed a hold of her hips and pressed her harder into him. Jesus, she made him feel like a teenager again. He wanted to push her into the Orion and claim her there and then.
Company be damned.
Instead, he cupped her ass and molded the tight cheeks in his palms. Fuck, she was perfect. So perfect. She fit into his hands like she was made for him, and the terrifying thing was, he wondered if that wasn’t a lie.
He’d never felt like this before. Never wanted to either.
Almost like those thoughts were a catalyst for karma, the sound of a throat clearing penetrated the lust-filled haze that had befallen him. His eyes popped open, and he quickly noticed that Hailey hadn’t heard the noise at all. He tried not to be too satisfied by that, and promptly failed. She was into this, as into him as he was into her.
Thank Christ.
She’d always been distant. Unlike the rest of her family who had welcomed him with open arms. Maybe that distance had intrigued him, he wasn’t sure. Now, it hurt to know why. She didn’t trust him, and he wanted, more than anything, to prove the exact opposite.
That he was worthy of her trust.
Actions, they said, spoke louder than words. So, while he could have rubbed her nose in how into the kiss she was, instead, he acted the gentleman he’d been raised to be. Carefully, he pulled back, nipping and teasing her with flicks of his tongue, nibbles of his teeth, until he pressed his forehead to hers and let their breathing wash over the other’s mouth.
Jesus, that had to have been the most intense kiss he’d ever experienced.
The throat, belonging to someone he wanted to kill, cleared itself again.
