“I’ll admit, I was worried you’d be having regrets.”
“Well, I’m not not having regrets,” she said, but her gaze was on his mouth and when she licked her lips absentmindedly, he knew she’d be okay with adding to those regrets should they exist.
“So, does that mean I shouldn’t kiss you?” he asked.
“Probably. Do you want to kiss me?”
“I always want to kiss you,” he said, lowering his head closer to hers. He could feel her heart pound in her chest, the steady rhythm matching his own.
He held back slightly. Waiting for her okay. She gave a small nod as she stared into his eyes.
His mouth connected with hers and her arms immediately wrapped around his neck. He’d been thinking about things all day and was no closer to an answer about what they were doing or where this was leading...but when he was kissing her, all other thoughts vanished and he was grateful for the opportunity to turn off his brain.
He ran his tongue along her bottom lip and she captured his lip between her teeth.
She pressed her body even closer and he bent at the knees and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to his desk. He set her down on the edge and wedged his thighs between her legs. His hands tangled in her hair as he deepened the kiss. The same passion ignited between them as before and it both invigorated and terrified him.
He pulled away and studied her. He didn’t need to say anything. She could read his thoughts on his face.
She reached for his jacket and removed it down over his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She removed his sweater and undershirt in one quick move and sighed, taking in the sight of his sculpted chest and stomach.
He reached for the buttons on her plaid button-up shirt, unbuttoning quickly.
Holy shit. His intake was a low whistling sound seeing that she wore nothing underneath.
“I’m washing clothes in the sink. Hope you don’t mind,” she said with a teasing flirtation in her voice that he’d never heard directed at him before.
His mouth was dry and his voice sounded hoarse as he said, “Not at all...”
She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled his head down to hers again. Damn, she was so sexy and he’d never get enough of her.
His hands cupped her bare breasts and he massaged gently, his thumb running over her hardened nipples.
Her hands traced the muscles along his abs, dipping lower into the waistband of his jeans. His erection was on full display. She reached for the button on his jeans and opened them, sliding her hand inside of his underwear. He moaned as she wrapped her hand around his erection and she pressed her lips to his, muffling the sound.
Chad and Selena were in the other room and for once, things were quiet. No blaring television or music to drown out the noises in the office. “Can we really do this? In here?” she asked, slightly out of breath.
“I’m not sure I have a choice. I want you so bad, Leslie,” he said. The other two already knew there was something going on between them. This wouldn’t come as a surprise to either one of their friends. Bottom line was, in that moment, when his desire for her was so strong, he really didn’t care what they heard or what they thought.
He reached for her jeans, unbuttoning them and easing her backward onto the desk. His hands slipped inside and he felt how wet she was between her legs. At least the desire was mutual.
And damn, what was it about it that turned him on so much he could lose sight of all the reasons they shouldn’t be doing this? Nothing else mattered when he was kissing her, holding her, touching her... No one else mattered.
The office door opened and Levi’s worst nightmare seemed to move in slow motion in front of his eyes despite the fact that he and Leslie moved fast as lightning away from one another. She pulled her shirt closed and hopped down off the desk. He reached for his shirt off the floor and not a single explanation—lie—about why they’d both been half-naked and all over one another, alone in his office, came to mind as they were caught.
By Mrs. Powell. Her former future mother-in-law and the woman who’d practically raised him as her own son.
Fuck.
Leslie kept her eyes downcast as he walked toward