Page 62 of Tempt

KAT

This isn’t how I pictured it happening.

My gorgeous, off-limits single-dad boss walking in on me doing a face strip and looking at me like I’m all he needs.

Tonight, I was proud of getting the application finished, and I wouldn’t have done it without his help. I’m grateful and turned on and all of it blends in this heady emotional cocktail I’m not used to.

“I want you so much,” he breathes.

I press my hand to his chest and feel his heart hammer.

It’s wild and reckless. More than that, it’s familiar.

I’m thinking of the bathroom at the frat party, both the parts I remember and the ones I wish I did. His hungry lips and confident hands. The way Jules says he wanted to protect me and didn’t want to leave.

I might not know what’s going to happen with us, but tonight, I know what I want.

“Kiss me,” I murmur. “Pretend it’s the first time.”

It sounds like a demand, but it’s a plea.

Being around him knowing he wants me as much as I want him is killing me.

Our legs brush on the couch as he shifts closer.

I want his mouth on mine in a way I can’t forget. As if his touch can scorch away any trace of weakness in me, can make me feel whole and strong and new.

His lips brush mine.

He’s gentle at first, the way he’s caring with all things. His mouth is deliberate but not demanding.

He sinks his fingers into my hair, tugging at the ends.

I inhale and move against him. Our lips hitch and slide in that first-kiss way when you can’t get enough of someone but you don’t know what they like yet.

I want to know what turns him on. What gets him off. What makes him lie awake because he can’t sleep without thinking about doing it again, and again, and again.

He groans in my mouth as my hands slide down his chest to his abs.

“Kat.”

His raspy voice is one more heady turn-on.

“Yeah.”

The next pass of his mouth over mine is a delicious new angle, one that has me pressing even closer. My hard nipples rub his chest through our clothes.

“I want to touch you.”

My skin hums. “Do it.”

“Only for a minute.”

I smile against his mouth. “I’m not going to time you.”

His gentleness changes in a heartbeat.

Daniel’s hand fists in my hair as he crushes me to him, pinning my hands and breasts between us.

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