Page 29 of Best Mistake Ever
‘Well, I probably shouldn’t do that.Weshouldn’t do it. Since we’re working together,’ I whisper, having to force the words out of my mouth. It feels like the hardest sentence I’ve ever had to say in my life.
‘No. You’re right. We shouldn’t,’ he says, but there’s no conviction in his tone. His pupils are dilated and his eyes are wide, still staring into mine, as if he can’t look away.
It’s mesmerising.
I can’t look away either.
But I have to. I must. I can’t let what I think is about to happen, happen. It wouldn’t be fair on Jonah, not when he thinks I’m Dee.
I swallow hard and force myself to look away. Take a step backwards. Take a breath.
But he takes a step towards me, closing the distance between us again and when my deceitful body refuses to move away from him and our eyes lock, he takes another step forward. Then another.
We’re so close now, I can feel the whisper of his breath on my lips. He’s staring at my mouth, the way he did the first day we met. My skin tingles all over as we stand there together, trapped in the heat of mutual longing. My heart is thumping so hard, I feel like it must be shaking my whole body with the force of it.
Oh.
His hands move to cup my hips and I draw in a needy-sounding breath at the possessiveness of his touch.
This, it seems, is the sign he’s been waiting for and before my brain can catch up, his mouth is on mine: hot and firm and purposeful.
Oh. My. God.
This feels so utterly right.
But it’s so utterly wrong.
His mouth moves possessively against mine and I allow myself to sink into the kiss for the barest of moments, my whole body rushing with heat and a deep, heavy sense of hunger.
He understandably takes this as a positive sign and deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue against mine and drawing my hips even closer to him so I can feel the hardness of his erection against my belly. The awareness that he wants me this much sends a wave of pleasure through me, which pools between my legs, making me ache to be touched more intimately there.
I can tell by the way our bodies are responding to each other that sex with Jonah would be spectacular.
Seeming to feel the same way, he lifts me up onto the counter, pressing himself between my thighs and I feel his hands move up to my breasts. He rubs his thumbs against my tight nipples, which strain against the thin material of my top and send tendrils of pleasure shooting through my entire body.
I wonder wildly for a second whether I could come from being touched like this. It certainly feels like a possibility right now.
But, deep in the sensible side of my brain, I know I have to stop this.
I have to.
But he tastes so good. So right.
Wake up to yourself, Bea!
I put the flats of my hands against his chest and with every ounce of willpower I possess, push against him, so he’s forced to take a step backwards and break the kiss.
His pupils are blown as he looks at me in pained confusion. ‘What is it? I thought you were as into this as I am. Did I read it wrong?’
‘No. Yes! I… I’m not sure.’ I can feel my cheeks burning with heat.
God, I need to pull myself together.
‘What’s going on, Dee?’
The sound of my sister’s name brings me up short and cements my decision.
I have to stop this in its tracksright now.
