The Boss Crush - Penny Wylder Page 0,26

the piercing blue so bright I can see my own reflection. “You have passion, you talk about art with such emotion that even I can feel it. That's not just amazing, it's refreshing.”

A breeze rolls across the rooftop, making me shiver. Lyle's eyes move around my body, noticing the light shake. Pulling his jacket off, he comes behind me, and wraps it over my shoulders.

I inhale, a deep, slow breath. His cologne swirls across my face, seeping into my body like a warm drink. It heats my lungs, and it warms my belly like a shot of whiskey.

It's not the same scent I remember from when we were kids. Back then, he was a boy, despite how much I looked at him like he was a man. I can smell the difference between the boy and the man now.

The boy smelled sweet, he lacked the confidence a man has. But the man now, he knows what he wants, and that's all it takes to make my muscles feel like wet spaghetti and my head to swim.

Snuggling into his jacket, I inhale another deep breath. I can't help it. The thick musk is creating a new memory of Lyle in my brain, replacing the boy I left in the past with this man. Because the boy is tainted with hate. I hated him that day. I hated him for as long as I could remember after that. I still hate that boy now.

But I don't hate this man. Not with this night, on this roof, with this jacket around my shoulders.

“I dreamt about a night like this with you.” My voice is a whisper, so light it gets caught by the wind and blown away.

Lyle curls his fingers around my shoulders and lowers his face so we're cheek to cheek. “What?” he asks, his mouth so close to my ear I can feel him speak.

Twisting my face to his, our lips brush, creating an explosion of sparks across my skin. His eyes are frozen on mine as we just stay like that. Lips to lips, breathing the same air, sitting in silence.

Lyle makes the first move, tempting my mouth with his tongue. I open my lips, accepting him easily. This kiss is the kiss I've been waiting seven years for. A kiss with no boundaries. A kiss with no rules or walls, no expectations or defining motives.

A kiss without regrets.

Lyle slips his fingers into my hair, pulling my head back softly, deepening our kiss. My eyes are open, and the look on his face is fierce, hungry, almost painful as our kiss turns from slow and sensual into greedy.

I can see the starvation in his gaze. The pits of his eyes turn dark as a shaded pool as his tongue drives deeper.

We shouldn't do this. This is wrong.

He's my boss!

The thoughts creep into my head, then quickly get dashed as he grips my thigh with his other hand. His fingers slink down, moving closer and closer to the wetness between my legs. I'm dripping, I can feel it.

This sensation is irresistible. Even if I want to say no, my body will never let me. His hands feel too good, his lips feel too perfect, his tongue tastes too sweet.

I'm screaming on the inside, already begging him for more with every pass of my tongue over his, and sweep of my thighs over each other to satisfy the throb of my clit.

Lyle moves around so he's standing in front of me, and drops to his knees as we kiss. Our lips never break apart. We kiss as if it's our first and our last time, we kiss as if we've lost and found each other all over again.

In a way, I guess I we have.

He spreads my legs apart with his hips, working his way in between, as my skirt bunches up around my waist. My heart is in my throat, pounding so loud I wonder if he can hear it too.

Thump thump.

Thump thump.

Blood rushes between my ears, drowning out the noise from the street below us. My eyes search his, wondering if he's second guessing what we're doing.

His fingers dig into the back of my skull, massaging down my neck with hard strokes, erasing any doubt. He wants this too.

Lyle's hand keeps moving, lower and lower until both his hands are wrapping my thighs under my skirt. He growls into his kiss, his tongue forceful as it tastes mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth.

“Is this what you've always wanted?” he