Breaking up with My Boss - Alexis Winter Page 0,21

and to my belly, where an explosion happens. Her tongue tangles with mine as our lips move perfectly in sync. I breathe her in—the scent of lilac and jasmine mixing with the brandy on her breath creates a delicious mixture I could easily get lost in. As my body comes alive with this kiss, my arms feel like they’re about to fall off. I lay her down on the couch and cover her body with mine, never breaking the kiss.

Lying down only makes everything seem that much better. The soft kiss turns to one of passion as her arms wrap around my neck. Her legs part, moving to either side of my hips. I can feel the heat of her center radiating toward me, welcoming me like a thick wool blanket. My body comes alive in ways I haven’t felt in many years.

Sure, I’ve been with many women these last couple years, but none of them had her appeal. I never wanted them as badly as I want her. Every touch feels like an explosion on my skin. Every whimper is like a magical note that brings another part of my body to life.

I’m painfully hard and pressing against her core as we kiss. I find her hips moving up and down, stroking me through our clothing. My hand moves to her hip, stilling it—not knowing how far this will go but not wanting to make it any harder on myself when it ends. Stopping her hips only makes her hands unwind from my neck—moving down to my chest, unbuttoning my shirt. I don’t stop her. I don’t have the willpower. I’ve wanted this from the first moment my eyes landed on her.

When my shirt is open, her hands find my belt and she begins to unbuckle it. I hear the clink of metal when she releases it, and it brings me back to the present. I break our kiss and move my nose to her jaw, breathing her in as I pepper her skin with soft kisses. “Poppy, we should stop,” I whisper, but make no move to do so.

“Shh,” she tells me. “Don’t ruin it,” she whispers, digging her nails into my stomach as she slides her hand down the front of my pants. Her fingers lock around my hard cock and I’m too far gone.

Her touch is like burning fire on my skin after craving it for so long. My eyes roll into the back of my head and a whimper leaves my lips as I move them back to hers. With each stroke of her hand, I feel as if I’m clinging to the side of a cliff, each stroke only making me slide down a little further no matter how deeply I dig in with my fingertips. Every muscle in my body is begging me to pick her up and carry her into my bedroom, but there’s something holding me back.

Will she consider this a mistake tomorrow? Does her sober mind want this—want me? Or is this some kind of drunken confusion? Those are the only thoughts I need in order to muster the strength to do what I have to do. I break our kiss and pull away. I take her wrist in my hand and pull it off of me, in spite of how badly my body craves it. “I’m sorry, Poppy, but we can’t do this. Not like this. Not tonight.”

I take her hands in mine and pull her to her feet. Her eyes meet mine in the darkened living room and I can see the fire dancing in her irises. They narrow slightly, confusion pumping its way through her system. Her lips part like she’s going to say something, but then she quickly snaps them shut.

She spins around and looks over her shoulder at me. “Unzip me?”

Slowly, I raise my hand to the zipper on her dress and lower it. It opens like a butterfly, giving me a full view of her back—down to the top of her ass, where I see the black lace thong she’s wearing. My stomach tightens as another wave of need washes over me.

“Thank you,” she whispers, taking her first step toward her room.

I stand there in the darkness alone, looking after her until she steps into her room and is no longer in sight. I hear the soft click of her door shutting, and suddenly I’m wondering if I did the right thing. I had my shot. Why didn’t I take it? This whole damn