Loverboy (The Company #2) - Sarina Bowen Page 0,63
I reach out to steady myself.
But my palms land on that hard chest. And—wow—the heat rising off this man makes me crazy. I don’t know how it happens, exactly. But the same mouth I used a minute ago to snarl at Gunnar is now kissing him back.
He likes it, too. He hauls me against his hard body, wrapping his arms around me. And now his tongue is in my mouth.
I let out a groan of surprise, because I had no idea it was possible to be so irritated and so turned on at the same time. This frustrating, untrustworthy man is devouring me the way a starving man takes down a fat slice of apple pie.
It’s a wonderful, terrible kiss. I know I should stop. But I just don’t want to. Not even when my back suddenly hits the wall, where Gunnar’s hard body has trapped me. “I’ve always wanted you,” he mutters between kisses.
“Shh!” I order. “Don’t talk, for God’s sake. You’ll ruin it.” I thread my fingers into his hair and pull him in for another kiss.
“You don't believe me,” he grunts against my mouth, as if this is some kind of surprise.
“Of course I don't believe you. Men lie. You, for example, lie to me all day long.” As I say this, I’m unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.
A wrinkle appears in the middle of his forehead. Then he kisses me once again, but very slowly. “The only kind of lying I'm doing tonight is the kind where I lie on top of you.”
Oh my.
“—And don't say you don't want that. Because then you'll be a liar, too.”
That is sadly accurate. “Two wrongs don’t make a right,” I grumble, shoving the shirt off his shoulders.
“Now who’s talking too much?” He dives in for another kiss, and my blood begins to pound. This is madness. I shouldn’t let him kiss me. I shouldn’t suck on his tongue, making him moan into my mouth. I shouldn’t arch my back to push my hungry body closer to his.
No, I should kick him in the shins and storm out of here.
But this Gunnar wants to distract us with once-in-a-lifetime sex, my hormones whine. We can storm out later, after we see where this goes!
Which turns out to be straight to every nerve ending I possess. Because Gunnar’s kisses are overwhelming. He kisses with his whole body. A firm thigh slides between my legs. A big hand cups my ass as he delves a little more deeply into my mouth. We kiss until my lips are chafed and my nipples ache inside my bra.
“Paxton,” he pants between kisses. “We’ve come to a crossroads.”
“What?” I gasp. “Why?”
“Five minutes from now you’ll either be on your way home with a polite Company escort. Or naked on my bed with your legs in the air. Which is it going to be?”
NAKED! scream my deepest desires.
Except I’m very bad at sex. And I’m still mad at Gunnar. I pull back another centimeter. As if that could possibly dull the zap and sizzle between us. “You put cameras in my workplace. Is this just your way of trying to slide that by?”
“I want to slide something, that’s for sure.” He runs his hands down my body, and I nearly purr like a cat. “And I will apologize thoroughly for the subterfuge. But not right this minute. Because I can’t think right now. Not with my brain, anyway. So choose, Paxton. Am I calling an agent to drive you home? Or am I removing all your clothing?”
“I haven’t decided,” I say as he kisses his way down my jaw.
“No? Then why is your hand down my pants?”
Oh, geez. Look at that.
That was all us, my hormones confess. But isn’t this fun?
“Fine,” I say sharply. “I’m in. But now will you stop talking?” Since my hand is already in the neighborhood, I rub my palm down over his erection.
His answering growl thrills me. Then he lifts my hair in his hand, bends his handsome face down, and begins making sweet love to my neck.
It’s … wow. I shiver as his lips and tongue trace a path across my throat. Then his hands reach around to cup my ass, pulling me flush against his hard, hot body. There's no mistaking his intention, or his arousal. And when he lifts his head to kiss me again, l let out a shameless moan.
Who knew I was such a pushover? Each kiss makes me looser and more pliable. Like pastry dough in capable