All I Want For Christmas Is You - Vi Keeland Page 0,28

trying to decide whether he should give into his attraction for a receptionist at his practice. He thinks it might be unprofessional to start something with her.”

Way too close to the bone. I turned away from her, heading into the kitchen to put my mug in the sink. Taking a few deep breaths, I moved back into the sitting room to find her still standing at the window.

Her back was to me as she stared out at the dark water. Light from across the firth spilled over its inky ripples.

Evan turned her head ever so slightly, as if she sensed me staring.

And something about the loneliness I saw within her broke me.

I crossed the distance between us, drawing to a halt as the back of her head touched my upper chest.

I heard her quick inhale and my dick hardened.

“Evan,” I exhaled, shaky with need as I touched her arms, my hands coasting up the soft velvet of her dress.

I could see over the top of her head, see her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

Her cheeks flushed, her lids lowered, her lips parted on little pants of excitement.

My fingers slipped under the fabric at her left shoulder and I pushed it down her arm until the neck line gave way and one small, beautiful breast popped free.

Her large rosy nipple tightened in the cool air of the apartment.

“Jesus Christ,” I murmured, in awe, desperate to taste her.

Instead, I cupped her breast in my large hand, engulfing it, kneading it, my thumb plucking at her nipple. My other hand settled on her hip, squeezing it, caressing it, learning the shape of her. I buried my head in her neck, kissing her soft skin, tongue tracing the scent of her perfume as I rolled my hips against the top of her arse. I wanted her to feel how hard she made me.

A moan drifted out of her. “Reid.” Her hands settled on my outer thighs and she undulated her arse against my dick.

It was like a switch going off on me.

Lust covered my mind in a haze.

Whirling her around in my arms, I hoisted her up into them, bringing her mouth to mine. I felt her wrap her legs around my waist as my lips and tongue devoured her. Feeling my way there, I carried her to the opposite end of the sofa. Laying her down, I covered her with my body, my kiss hungry and punishing.

She tasted like everything I’d ever wanted.

I needed inside her.

“Fuck, Evan,” I broke the kiss to pull at her dress, freeing her other breast. “I need to see every inch of you.” I pushed up the hem of her skirt to find her underwear. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. I’ve never wanted to be inside a woman more.”

“Oh my God,” she panted, her eyes gleaming with desire and something far more dangerous to my heart. “You keep talking like that and I’m going to come.”

“You keep talking like that and I’m going to come.” My fingers brushed her sex, feeling how wet she was. “Oh fuck, Ev. I can’t wait. I’ve waited too long.” I fumbled for the buttons and zip on my suit trousers, desperate to drive my dick deep inside her.

“Urggh, urggh.” The loud, pained moans were like a bucket of ice water over me.

My eyes flew to the other side of the room.

Cass.

Fuck.

I’d forgotten she was even in the room.

Looking back at Evan, I saw her shock too and she quickly fumbled to cover herself.

Evan Munro was hurrying to cover herself because I had just mauled her.

Pushing off her, reality came crashing back down.

I had nearly fucked my PA.

My best friend’s wee sister.

Patrick would kill me if he found about this.

Shaking from my complete and total loss of control, I climbed off her and marched across the room to get away from her. Running my hand through my hair, I tried to get a handle on my emotions.

Everything I prided myself on—self-control, honor, loyalty—was being compromised because of my feelings for this woman.

It couldn’t go on. I’d end up losing who I was to her.

“Reid?”

I squeezed my eyes closed at the uncertainty in Evan’s voice.

Then I turned to her, my chest aching, my gut in a knot as I realized what I had to do. “This shouldn’t have happened.”

She looked crestfallen.

Rejected.

And I fucking hated myself for it.

“You’re Pat’s little sister,” I reminded her.

“It’s none of his business.”

I scoffed. “Evan, come on. I can’t jeopardize my friendship with him and your