desire surged through his veins, a kiss wouldn’t satisfy him. Bridget touched his arm and moved the smallest fraction closer to him. He looked down into her gaze and tried to interpret her thoughts.
Why was he denying himself? They were adults and could move past one brief encounter. He brought his other hand up and cupped her face. She drew in a breath and he covered her lips with his.
He lightly kissed her twice, barely touching her, and held himself in check ready to stop when she said, “Kiss me.”
After a fraction of a second, he pulled her closer and invaded her mouth. She opened her mouth fully under his and he increased the pressure wanting to devour her. He took her mouth fully and could feel her tongue duel with his. His hands moved to the back of her head to hold her steady under his exploration and his fingers touched her silky hair.
She ran her hands over his pressed shirt and he wanted to feel her hands on his bare skin, but he resisted unbuttoning it for her. Instead he gathered her more fully against him and could feel her breasts push against his chest as he continued to explore her mouth. His own breathing sounded hurried and he pressed a kiss into her neck to allow them a moment to regain some sanity.
It was foolish; he wanted to claim her as his. She brought out a possessive streak in him that made him feel like a cave dweller. Why was he so enthralled with her?
***
Bridget was losing her grip on reality. William Bolles shouldn’t be able to make her feel this good. He was the enemy and yet she couldn’t get enough of him. She wanted to strip his shirt off and feel the muscles in his chest.
He deepened the kiss and she could feel an intense heat build within her. He moved his hands over her bottom and drew her closer to him. She wanted more from him. Her hand slipped down and traced the shape of his hard length. He drew in a shuddering breath and pulled her closer, then pushed her away.
A daze covered her brain and it took a second for her to realize that he wanted to end their seductive encounter.
“I lost my head. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have allowed this to happen.”
He regretted kissing her. If she were being honest with herself, she should regret it. They were about to spend a year working together. But it had felt incredible and had allowed her to lose herself completely. It never happened that way for her. Typically if a man kissed her at the end of a date, her mind would wander to mundane tasks. She never lost her head. But why him? Why William Bolles?
“It was a mistake.” She touched her tongue to her lips and turned away from him.
Glancing out at the deserted park, she thought that it had been a fantastic experience. One she had wanted to continue. But then the practical side of her intervened and she realized who she was dealing with. William Bolles had too much entitlement and power in his hands. He bankrupted small businesses and people and would move on without the smallest concern.
“Can you walk?”
She nodded and followed him over the expansive lawn. The cool grass grounded her, taking her mind off of their shared encounter. She couldn’t quite remember why he had kissed her or why she had asked him to kiss her properly. It was almost as if it was a dream and she would wake up any moment.
She stopped when they reached the sidewalk and reached down to put on her heels. It was odd to feel so self-conscious. Normally she wouldn’t let down her guard and didn’t act on impulse.
“It’s only another two blocks. I’m fine on my own.”
“We need to talk about what happened in the park.”
She had no intention of discussing it. “No. We should put it down to a moment of madness and forget it.”
“Nothing is that easy.”
She needed to distance herself from him. “This will be.”
They continued walking in silence until they reached her aunt’s building. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come in.”
He smiled at her. “I’ll
Why was he denying himself? They were adults and could move past one brief encounter. He brought his other hand up and cupped her face. She drew in a breath and he covered her lips with his.
He lightly kissed her twice, barely touching her, and held himself in check ready to stop when she said, “Kiss me.”
After a fraction of a second, he pulled her closer and invaded her mouth. She opened her mouth fully under his and he increased the pressure wanting to devour her. He took her mouth fully and could feel her tongue duel with his. His hands moved to the back of her head to hold her steady under his exploration and his fingers touched her silky hair.
She ran her hands over his pressed shirt and he wanted to feel her hands on his bare skin, but he resisted unbuttoning it for her. Instead he gathered her more fully against him and could feel her breasts push against his chest as he continued to explore her mouth. His own breathing sounded hurried and he pressed a kiss into her neck to allow them a moment to regain some sanity.
It was foolish; he wanted to claim her as his. She brought out a possessive streak in him that made him feel like a cave dweller. Why was he so enthralled with her?
***
Bridget was losing her grip on reality. William Bolles shouldn’t be able to make her feel this good. He was the enemy and yet she couldn’t get enough of him. She wanted to strip his shirt off and feel the muscles in his chest.
He deepened the kiss and she could feel an intense heat build within her. He moved his hands over her bottom and drew her closer to him. She wanted more from him. Her hand slipped down and traced the shape of his hard length. He drew in a shuddering breath and pulled her closer, then pushed her away.
A daze covered her brain and it took a second for her to realize that he wanted to end their seductive encounter.
“I lost my head. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have allowed this to happen.”
He regretted kissing her. If she were being honest with herself, she should regret it. They were about to spend a year working together. But it had felt incredible and had allowed her to lose herself completely. It never happened that way for her. Typically if a man kissed her at the end of a date, her mind would wander to mundane tasks. She never lost her head. But why him? Why William Bolles?
“It was a mistake.” She touched her tongue to her lips and turned away from him.
Glancing out at the deserted park, she thought that it had been a fantastic experience. One she had wanted to continue. But then the practical side of her intervened and she realized who she was dealing with. William Bolles had too much entitlement and power in his hands. He bankrupted small businesses and people and would move on without the smallest concern.
“Can you walk?”
She nodded and followed him over the expansive lawn. The cool grass grounded her, taking her mind off of their shared encounter. She couldn’t quite remember why he had kissed her or why she had asked him to kiss her properly. It was almost as if it was a dream and she would wake up any moment.
She stopped when they reached the sidewalk and reached down to put on her heels. It was odd to feel so self-conscious. Normally she wouldn’t let down her guard and didn’t act on impulse.
“It’s only another two blocks. I’m fine on my own.”
“We need to talk about what happened in the park.”
She had no intention of discussing it. “No. We should put it down to a moment of madness and forget it.”
“Nothing is that easy.”
She needed to distance herself from him. “This will be.”
They continued walking in silence until they reached her aunt’s building. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come in.”
He smiled at her. “I’ll
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