Page 82 of Not In The Contract

So I did.

I pressed my lips to hers, her hand squeezing mine as relief cracked through me. Heat rushed into my chest and exploded, sending bolts of untamed fire down every limb and into every nerve. Devon melted into me, her lips soft, tasting faintly of the cherry juice she loved. For a moment, it was all I could do to hold onto her while my mind snapped in and out of my own body.

God, it was better than I could have ever imagined. Her skin heated under my touch, her pulse frantic beneath my thumb. I didn’t care that my heart threatened to split my ribs apart. I didn’t care that she could probably feel every staggered breath I took. Her hand rested on the side of my neck, the warmth of her palm doing little to set my thoughts straight.

But it was the hot, wet tip of her tongue dancing along the seam of my lips that undid me. In a breath, I’d pulled her on top of me, aching to feel the weight of her body, the heat of her skin as our tongues finally met.

Hungrily, my hands swept up along her hips and onto her waist, pulling her closer, licking into her mouth until I was dizzy with her scent. Until all I’d ever want was the taste of her on me.

I sank my teeth into her bottom lip, the emotions too raw, too much, and she moaned. She moaned and I froze.

She felt my hesitation and pulled away, her face flushed, breathing hard. “Are you okay?” she whispered.

I stared up at her, the sound of her moan echoing in my ears. I needed more. I wanted to lay her out on the blankets like my own personal feast.

But that was too much. What I was feeling was too much.

I shook my head, my hands grazing her hips as I pulled away. “I’m okay,” I breathed, licking my lips. “But I think we should stop here, before things go too far.”

Confusion blinked across her flushed features but she nodded and slid off my lap and back into her spot beside me.

It took hours for my heart beat to return to normal.

Neither one of us gave a shit about the movie after that.

27. KissKissKiss

Devon

Whatthefuck?

That was the extent of my thoughts for the next few days.

What the fuck?

Because what the fuck was that kiss about? What the fuck did Alex mean about stopping things before they got too far? And what the fuck was I supposed to do with the tangle of emotions bouncing around in my chest?

I glanced over at Alex, her glasses perched on her nose while she closely examined the massive floor plans in front of her. I’d accompanied her to her many meetings as usual, but fuck if I knew what they were talking about. Any time Alex opened her mouth all I could think of was how good that mouth had felt on mine, how much I’d ached to have her mouthelsewhere. The kiss was all I could think about, which naturally meant everything else in my life promptly took a back seat.

“These aren’t ready to go down to the city council,” Alex told a team of frazzled looking architects. “These dimensions don’t add up correctly, and you’ve left out a few key implementations that they would love to sue us over.”

The most frazzled looking architect, Jonah, dashed forward with his red marker and circled out the errors and discrepancies Alex pointed out.

“Yes, Ms. Bell,” he said quickly. “Right away, Ms. Bell.”

He led his team out of the conference room and Katya closed the door behind them with a muffled chuckle.

“Jonah is hilarious.” She snickered. “Yes, Ms. Bell, right away, Ms. Bell. I know for a fact that he’s mad he didn’t pick those errors up himself.”

Alex sighed and once again my gaze dropped to the unhappy frown on her lips.

“You’d think after fifteen years he’d know when to bring me plans,” she said, tossing the yellow manilla folder onto the glass table. It landed with a solidthunk. “And yet he wants to know why I’ve never asked him to join the company.”

“He still thinks you’ll make him partner?” Katya scoffed, gathering the files and loose documents scattered around the table.

“Men think they can have whatever they want simply by existing,” Alex drawled. She grabbed her coffee and took a sip.

She grimaced.