Page 44 of An Engagement Pact

I’m feeling like every cell in my body wants to hurl itself at Dan in a passionate embrace. I’ve never known anyone like him before, and everything inside me wants him.

Wantshim.

I know we’re supposed to be smart. I know we should control ourselves and keep things safe and professional between us. But I’m evidently not as strong and self-controlled as I’d like to be.

Dan is warm and handsome and sincere and kind and intelligent and unafraid of being silly or getting embarrassed. He’s big and sexy and laughing and only inches away from me right now.

His eyes change as I stare up at him. “What’s going on right now?”

I don’t have an answer for him. Not with words anyway. But I know the right answer deep in my heart.

And at the moment I’m not afraid of it. At all.

I reach up to touch his face. “Dan.”

“Are you sure?” he asks thickly, something hot and hungry igniting in his eyes.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“Thank God,” he mutters, pulling me closer and then leaning down into a kiss. “I was afraid we’d only have that one time.”

Eight

DAN IS URGENT. HUNGRY. More intense than I’ve ever seen him—almost shocking in such a seemingly laid-back man.

It’s the wee hours of the morning, and I had more to drink earlier this evening than I almost ever do. But it’s been hours now with no alcohol, and all the feelings in my body are overriding any sort of natural fatigue.

I’m wired. Alive. And desperately reaching out to be closer to Dan at last.

I need it. Like the air I’m sucking into my lungs.

Dan is so into the kiss that he steps me back until my body meets the wall of the entryway. He uses the support to push into me, deepening the kiss with his tongue, arching his neck down so his mouth can meet mine.

Pressure coils tight behind my eyes and between my legs as I wrap my arms around him and try to climb higher up his body.

He helps by cupping my bottom and lifting, holding me against the wall as he works over my mouth from a more advantageous position. My legs wrap around his waist automatically, securing my stability. He’s making soft, hungry sounds that feed my arousal with the raw, primitive sound of them.

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