Page 116 of Snowed In With the Mountain Man
The air thickened, and that intangible connection that had always been between them was once more undeniable. As real as that annoying clock over his head that ticked loudly with each interminable second.
Watching Dahlia try to tuck those cute little smiles away, to don her professional demeanor and then lose the battle all over again a few minutes later…
Well, this was the best entertainment he’d had in weeks.
Still, he was relieved when she finally turned off her computer and started to pack up her things.
He stuck his book in his bag and watched her get ready, even though she avoided eye contact all the while.
Finally, she had her jacket on and was leading the way out of the office. Once more, he filed past a bunch of gawking employees and a grinning receptionist. She gave him a wave and a wink as he followed Dahlia out the door.
They waited for the elevator in silence.
He had loads to say, even more that he hoped to hear. But this was her workplace, and he respected that. Even though his hands itched to reach for her, and his arms ached to hold her, he was determined to act like a mature professional until they left the building.
The elevator doors opened with a ding. Dahlia walked in first, then him. She punched the button for the ground floor, and the doors slid shut in front of them.
Before the elevator even began to move, she turned to face him. He turned as well, studying her for less than a beat before she launched herself into his arms.
He caught her with a groan, holding her close as their lips met, colliding and reuniting in a kiss so heated it stole all his strength. It took everything in him not to lift her off the ground and push her back against the elevator wall.
His heart was slamming against his chest by the time they reached the ground floor, but still they kissed with an urgency that was heady and undeniable.
He poured every ounce of his heartache from the last few weeks into that kiss. Every bit of his joy at seeing her again.
And when her soft, warm mouth molded to his and she leaned into his embrace, he felt her misery and her relief. The bittersweet ache of reuniting.
She pulled back just as the doors dinged.
And when they opened to a crowded lobby, she was once more Miss Professional.
But his grin was as wide as Manhattan as he followed her this time, his strut more like a swagger.
Oh yeah, she’d missed him.
And coming here to win his girl?
This was the best decision he’d ever made.
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The subway was no place for a real conversation.
It wasn’t an ideal spot for kissing either.
But that didn’t stop them from trying both.
“JJ, not here,” she giggled as he nuzzled her neck, his arms wrapped around her from behind.
He was braced in the doorway of the subway car while she stood in front of him. It wasn’t the most packed she’d ever seen the F train, but it was far too crowded for this sort of PDA.
“Are we there yet?” he teased, his voice a low rumble in her ear as the train stopped and let out a stream of passengers.
Even more piled on.
“Not yet.” She giggled again, because apparently three weeks away had left her more susceptible than ever to JJ’s unique charms. She playfully slapped his hand, which was situated at her waist. “Two more stops. Be good.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he sighed.
