Page 85 of Manhattan State of Mind

“Oh God… I shouldn’t…”

I don’t give her time to finish her protest. I fist my hand in her hair and seize her mouth with my own.

She gasps into the kiss, and then her hands grip my arms.

Weeks of pent-up arousal explode inside me and I pin her against the wall, wrapping one of her legs around mine, almost lifting her off the ground.

A roar builds in my chest as I taste her sweetness, breathing in her scent. She makes me so desperate for her that I can’t think straight, obliterating my plan to take things slow.

I’m communicating every memory, every emotion ofusin this kiss.

I want her to know, even if only for a fleeting moment, the depth of my feelings for her.

She clings to me hungrily, as if her body is thanking me for finally giving it what it’s been wanting.

Her hands travel up to my shoulders before slipping around my neck.

This mouth, this body.Her.I’ve missed her so damn much.

“Sweetheart,” I groan into her mouth, breaking away to trace a hot trail down her neck with my tongue. “Believe me now?”

She arches her back and pushes her curves against my body, hungry for more.

Her sensitive nipples are screaming for attention and I’m more than happy to provide it.

Fuck, that feels incredible.

She lets out a sharp gasp of pleasure as my palm covers her entire breast. Does she remember this feeling?

With one hand cradling her breast and the other grabbing tightly to her waist, I thrust my hard cock against her core. I need to fuck her before I go out of my mind.

Just as I’m about to push my mouth lower to her chest, voices from down the hallway startle us.

Her body goes rigid.

I break the kiss with a growl, panting for air.

She recoils, her eyes widening as the weight of our actions seems to crash into her. “Shit,” she stammers, withdrawing from my grasp.

“It’s okay, Lucy.”

But she isn’t looking at me anymore; her eyes dart around the hallway.

“Wait,” I call hoarsely, watching her run away. I’m left standing in the hallway, desperate to finish what we started.

TWENTY-THREE

Lucy

Oh. My. God.

I bolt toward the relative safety of the entertainment room, away from the sinful temptation.

There’s no “undo” for this kind of mistake. Ctrl+Z won’t save me now. Dry humping my boss was definitely not on the hackathon agenda.

What the actual hell was I thinking?

Did I seriously just lock lips with JP Wolfe?