Page 79 of That Reunited Feeling

And with one twirl of a strand of hair around her finger, my whole body aches with the need to be pressed against her.

But her eyes look tired, her face taut and anxious.

“Found me the perfect assistant yet?” I ask, resisting the temptation to throw her over my shoulder fireman-style and toss her on the bed.

“I think there’s only two of them you could bear to be around for more than about ten minutes.” She turns away and closes the lid of the laptop, her ass looking particularly grabbable. “How was your day?” Her words are a little stiff and tense.

“Total shit.”

I’m desperate for the part of the evening where we get to be naked together—in comfort, not the back seat of a car. The part where I get to kiss every inch of her body at my leisure. The partwhere I get to feel what it’s like to slide into her warm wetness for the first time in my life.

But a twinge of concern that something’s wrong holds me back. “Are you okay?”

She remains still, fingers resting on the edge of the desk, her back to me.

Fuck, my feet are ignoring my brain and carrying me toward her, one long, languid pace at a time. It’s like she’s surrounded by a force that pulls me in, makes me unable to resist the need to get closer, to wrap my arms around her.

She flinches, surprised by the touch of my chest on her back. Christ, I hope she’s not regretting coming here, regretting being away from her son. Maybe that’s what she’s worried about.

“Is Dylan okay?”

As I circle my arms around her waist and drop my chin to her shoulder so I can see the side of her face, the sharp edges of her tension soften.

“Yeah.” There’s even a hint of a smile now. “Maggie sent me a photo of him sitting at the kitchen counter with a giant hot dog in front of him. He was squeezing ketchup on it with one hand and mustard with the other.” She holds up imaginary condiment squeeze bottles. “And he had one of his giant goofy grins on his face.”

She rests her hands on my arms at her belly, and the hint of a smile broadens to fill her face with affection. This woman is capable of so much love, like she’s so full of it she could burst at any moment if only she had someone to shower it on.

I know it’s wrong to want her to feel anything for me. I’m just the Bridge Man, after all, someone to make her happy temporarily. But there’s a corner of me that can’t help but want in on at least a tiny bit of that love action.

For now, though, I’m just relieved all is well at home. Whatever’s bothering her can’t be anything too important if Dylan’s okay. If he’s good, Hannah’s good.

I brush my nose against her hair. Never again will I be able to smell vanilla without thinking of her. Slowly, I ease her back against me, knowing she’s bound to feel my rapidly stiffening dick against her perfect ass.

She gives me a curious look over her shoulder. “If you’ve had such a terrible day, why are you smirking?”

“Because you’re here.” I tighten my hold around her waist.

Has she been having the same thoughts as me while she’s been here this afternoon? About what life would be like if this were her home too?

Highly unlikely. Her one and only focus is Dylan, and that means getting him to California for the clinical trial. And that will take her twice as far away from London as she already is.

Unable to resist any longer I pull her hair out of the way and dip my mouth to her neck. “It might have been a shit day.” I kiss her mouthwatering skin between sentences. “But it was also the best day. Because it’s the day I got to come home to you.”

Finally, her muscles start to relax. First her shoulders drop, giving me more access to her neck, then she leans back against my chest, allowing me to support her, her skin prickling with goosebumps under my lips, before her grip tightens on my arm as her eyes drift shut.

“Why can’t I resist you?” she murmurs.

My hips instinctively circle against her, sending a quiver radiating from my groin to all corners of my body. “Hopefully for the same reasons I can’t resist you. Because you’re a remarkable human, with a grit for survival and a drive to succeed. Because you say things that make me think.”

She turns in my arms to face me.

“And because kissing you has been the greatest joy in my life since I can remember,” I finish before claiming her lips. They might not be mine forever, but they’re mine for now, and I don’t want to waste a single second of however long this “now” lasts.

She responds, hot and hard, and rakes her fingers through my hair, pushing it away. Then her mouth is off mine and on my freshly exposed earlobe.

As she licks and nibbles and takes me to a new level of lobe-sucking heaven, I dig my fingers into her butt and press my straining cock against her.

Holy shit, if I don’t get these pants off her in the next few seconds I might burst into flames.

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