Page 38 of Mismatched Mates

Grant’s eyes fell to my lips and his fingers moved to the back of my neck. “Want me to help you forget?”

We needed to have a conversation about this entire situation. The dress, the flowers, the sudden arrival here in the middle of my workday.

My pragmatic side screamed at me to step back, to maintain what little distance I had left. But for once, I silenced that voice. Instead, I let my hand drift up to rest on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palm. My fingers were curling in the material of his T-shirt, my back was against a wall, and I didn’t know how any of it had happened.

His breath played across my skin. "What are we doing?" I murmured against his chest.

His chuckle rumbled through me. "I have no idea," he confessed. "But I know I don't want to stop."

JANE

Ihad no defense. The second his lips pressed with mine, I was gone. All the logic I had been desperately clinging to the last few days went out the window, and I was thinking with my body alone. His hands were against my hips and my hands were against his throat. First he pushed me against the wall, then I pushed him against the opposite wall. We were vying for the upper hand, an erotic fight for control and for once, I didn’t care that I was losing it.

There was still too much space between us.

I pressed myself flush against him, fitting myself against every line and curve of his body; he made a tiny grunt of appreciation that turned any lingering restraint into ash. It felt as though the burning heat inside me was singeing every organ, and the pain was sweet. A relief, finally, to let him put his hands on me. Skin against skin.

“Shit,” he muttered against my mouth, and for some reason that only inflamed me more. Everything we had done last time hadn’t been enough—I was insatiable.

More, more, more.

I wanted to drown in the scent of him, like the mountains, untamed and aggressively beautiful. To feel his mouth againstevery single inch of me. No part of my mind was left wondering whether he would like what he found. His body’s response told me everything I needed to know; I was utterly confident in his attraction to me. Cemented, no doubt, by the way he ground me against his erection.

Talking could come later. For now, I just wanted to taste him.

His fingers tightened around the softness of my waist, and for a second I thought he was going to pull away, but he just slid a hand up to my breasts.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, nipping the lobe of my ear. I laughed, breathless, unable to recognize myself in the wild, wanton person I had become in his arms. “Every time I look at you, I think I’m dreaming.”

“I’m not wearing anything fancy today.”

“I know.” His nose glided along the underside of my jaw. “I like you better like that. Just you, no layers or frills.” He inhaled at the hollow of my throat. “You smell so fucking good.”

“I’ve been wanting to call you since I auctioned you off,” I confessed in a whisper.

“It’s taken everything in me not to.” He gripped my ass with both hands and let out an appreciative groan. “Do you know how much I’ve wanted to do this?”

“Tell me.”

“You’re my new obsession. I think about you before I go to sleep. I touch myself thinking about the way you smelled on my fingers.”

I rubbed my thighs together, trying to soothe the ache there. “I don’t know what’s happening.”

With what seemed like great effort, he lifted his head to look down at me. “Do you want to stop?”

If there’d ever been a moment to tell him no, it was now, but I couldn’t bring myself to. “No.”

“Good.” Still gripping me by the ass, he lifted me like I weighed nothing. “Where’s your bedroom?”

Right. Yes. Bedroom. “Upstairs,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and gripping his hair, tugging lightly. He groaned. “First door on your left.”

“Condoms?”

“Bedside drawer.”

“Okay.” He started walking, holding me right against his erection. I rolled my hips, finding the perfect spot, already alarmingly turned on. If I wasn’t careful, I’d come from this alone. The stairs were even better, and he sucked a breath against my neck, laughing under his breath. “You’re going to ruin my reputation, sweetheart.”

“You say that like I’ll mind.”

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