Page 58 of A Secret Chance
Chapter 20
BAXTER SWORE HIS FINGERTIPSwere about to fall off but walking Lauren home had been worth it. That woman had more firecracker in her than she knew, and she was the first woman who had ever called him out on his shit. It had caught him off guard, but she was right. He needed more people like her in his life.
He wondered if she was struggling as hard as he was. His cock was recovering from the kiss and throbbed as he walked down the snowy street. The horndog in him wanted to scrap Caldwell Creek project altogether if it meant he could take Lauren to bed with him but knew that thinking with his cock was a bad idea. The snow was getting deeper by the second as he made his way to Main Street. At least he would get to spend one more day with Lauren before they went to battle against each other. The tension of their business predicament was always bubbling near the surface, and he hoped that they could keep it at bay. He was supposed to hate her, but he couldn’t.
A real gentleman would’ve walked her to the door, but he didn’t trust himself with her. He should’ve shaken her hand, but he couldn’t stop himself. There was a part of him that needed her, something on a primal level drew his body to hers. Of course, he wanted to fuck her, but there was more to it than that.
The wind had started to pick up, driving the snow hard against his face. He almost didn’t hear her yell out his name. He turned and when he saw her running towards him, he didn’t stop to think, he ran to her and held out his arms as she flew against his body. Her lips were cold, but her mouth was warm. His erection pressed against his pants as Lauren’s lips grew hungrier against his. He pulled her tightly to him, the down in her puffy coat compacting between their bodies. He didn’t know how long they stood in the darkness of the street. He just knew that he didn’t feel cold, the heat from their desire had overtaken the elements. When she finally pulled back, she had an inch-deep layer of snow on her hat. Her eyes searched his and he had his answer, she was struggling with their attraction just as hard as he was. She held onto his arm and drew her chest back from his so she could look him in the eye, but it wasn’t lost on him, or his cock, that her hips remained pressed against his. He knew that she’d be able to feel his raging hard-on even through the layers of their winter clothes, but he didn’t care. The contact between them had brought him so close to the edge, and he was so turned on that he could’ve blown his load in his pants right now if she would’ve ground against him any harder.
“Lauren,” he whispered. He brushed the snow off her hat and when she smiled at him, he felt his heart swell along with other parts of him.
“Shhh.” She stopped him with her mouth. She let her lips linger on his and then kissed his jawbone, before resting her cheek against his.
Lights flashed and the snowflakes around them reflected in the headlights of an oncoming car. Lauren tucked her head into Baxter’s neck, and he turned to protectively shelter their faces away from view. They couldn’t get caught like this. As the taillights disappeared around the corner Lauren emerged from his protection.
“Just one night,” she whispered. He didn’t know if it was a question.
“Just one night.” He took a deep breath and willed his cock to calm the fuck down. He took Lauren’s hand and started to walk to her house. The faster they got there, the less likely they were to talk each other out of it. And at that moment, there was nothing more in the world that he wanted, than Lauren Bunkman.
“Wait.” She stopped and tried to pull him back.
He knew it.
“Not my house,” she said.
The woman was killing him. “I can’t take you back to the corporate house.” He tugged at her hand. “I’ll leave before morning, no one will see me.”
“No.” This time she practically shouted.
“Lauren?”
“This was a mistake,” she said.
He wasn’t letting her go again. “What about a hotel?”
“People talk. It’s too risky.” She leaned her head on his chest. “I’m so sorry.”
Baxter had no idea why she was so against the idea of her house.
