Page 75 of The Secret

“Not swimming.”

“I understand that, but where did you think I’d gone after I kissed you goodnight?”

“Who was that woman who turned up at the door yesterday and said she was your girlfriend?”

I sighed deeply. I’d talked about it with the guys and we only came to one conclusion. Dasha.

I’d been expecting Kit to ask more about her, and I’d planned to tell her everything, it just hadn’t been part of my plan this morning. However, we weren’t going to get anywhere if she continued answering a question with a question, and I wanted to rid of her any insecurity she was holding on to.

“Was she tall, dark hair?”

Her mouth fixed into a hard line. “Yep. So, you know her?”

“I do. Her name is Dasha. We briefly… we slept together for a few weeks last year… it wasn’t anything more than that. I’m sorry she came over, it won’t happen again. And she’s not someone you ever need to worry about.”

Along with speaking to Graham about never letting her into the building, Rafe was sending her a warning letter to stay the fuck away, but in better worded, legal terminology.

“I’m not worried.” The slight shift in her seat, along with a flick of her hair told me otherwise, and it only served to make my insides flicker with hope that I hadn’t fucked things up.

“Kit?”

“What?” she huffed, making me chuckle. This truculent Kit was one I was enjoying more than I ought to.

“I’m sorry about Dasha, I really am, but you haven’t answered my question.”

“What question?”

“Is that what you want? You want to take it back? Take back our kiss? Our perfect kiss?”

The sucking in of her cheek recommenced and I let out a groan.

“Please stop doing that, it drives me crazy.”

She stopped immediately, her cheek still indented, her mouth dropping slowly back with a smirk and a shake of her head.

Fucking. Yes.

“Good, because I want to kiss you again.”

Her eyes flared slightly. “You do?”

“Yes, I do. So fucking badly.”

“Okay.”

With the way she gasped, I don’t think she realized I’d meant right that second. Her eyes widened as I reached between us, grabbing the seat of her chair to pull her toward me until there was less than a couple of inches between us. Every time I looked at her, her eyes seemed to change color, and right now, they were as dark and warm as the melted chocolate in the croissants, and her gaze dropped to my lips. I could see her fighting against the instinct to bite her lip, so I decided to help her out.

My fingers pushed through her hair until my palms framed her face, my thumb running along her plump lower lip as our eyes trained on each other. If I’d thought it once, I’d thought it a thousand times; I’d never seen anyone more beautiful. I was so fucking lucky to have the chance to kiss this woman again, and I was absolutely about to make the most of it.

I stole her last breath, inhaling her as my mouth covered hers, owning it, tasting her on the tip of my tongue as it ran slowly along the seam of her lips until she opened up for me. Teasing her softly, I kept the pace languid so I could explore her properly, lazy, like a Sunday morning, even though it was Thursday.

I discovered that when I pulled her hair back so I could roam deeper, her moans shot straight to my dick. And when I moved my kisses along her jaw line, her pulse ratcheted to the point where she grabbed my face demanding my lips back on hers.

Soon, it wasn’t enough.

Leaning forward I scooped her up, moving her so she straddled my thighs, our connection never wavering. My hands moved under her tank, stroking up against her impossibly soft skin, my thumb moving of its own accord, caressing the stretch of silken warmth under her boobs, itching to move higher to the pebbled nipples I could feel rubbing against my chest.

Her weight shifted as she rocked against me, and I could have legitimately changed the answer in the crossword toMy Dick.

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