Page 56 of Second First Kiss

“Well, this means you don’t work for my family.” His hands tightened on her waist, his fingers traveling up her sides, his intentions no longer pure.

“Not until Monday.”

“Good.” One minute Kat was sitting on the edge and the next she was engulfed in deliciously heated water on Nolan’s lap. And her dream was a reality because Real Life Nolan didn’t bother with swim trunks either. The hard proof was pressed against her hip.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked.

“You looked cold. I’m warming you up.”

“I’m all wet,” she complained, looping her arms around his neck.

“How wet are we talking?” he asked hoarsely.

“Why don’t you check and see,” she said, and spun her body until her back was pressed to his front, and she was sitting on his legs like a seesaw. Nothing but his massive nightstick and her silky bottoms between them. “Or do you need me to spread them, Agent Carmichael?”

There were a lot of things Agent Carmichael needed at that moment. And none of them were beyond arm’s reach.

One minute he’d been alone in the hot tub, thinking about his shit day and asking the universe for a reprieve and the next there she was. Dressed in nothing but goose bumps, black silk, and golden moonlight, Kat appeared on her back deck like out of a dream—his dream.

He’d sunk back into the shadow to watch her, told himself to let her do her business and go back to bed, then against better judgment he called out to her. And now she was in his lap, her legs dangling over his, her green eyes looking boldly over her shoulder as she met his gaze dead on.

The air between them electrified like a lightning storm was overhead.

“Unless the moment is once again going to pass us by,” she challenged.

“Kitten, you aren’t ever going to get past me again,” he said, and to prove his point, he ever so slowly spread his legs, taking hers with him until her thighs were completely open and she was forced to lean back against his chest to maintain balance. “And the only thing you’re going to need to do is sit back and enjoy each and every moment.”

“I prefer to ’m more of a hands-on, do-my-part kind of woman.”

She rested her palms on her thighs as if trying to sit up, so he jerked her legs even further apart, causing her to lose balance and collapse back against him. Then he threaded his fingers between hers and ran their laced hands up her thighs, slowly exploring every inch of satiny skin.

She had great legs. Miles and miles of toned, tan, tantalizing legs that he wanted to commit to memory. First with his hands, then his mouth, and eventually—when she was panting his name—his tongue.

“When this becomes an all-hands-on-deck kind of situation I’ll let you know,” he murmured into her ear.

He guided their hands over the curve of her hip, up her flat stomach—“But for now, just let them rest”—over the swell of her tits, where her nipples beaded against the thin material— “right”—dipping into the hollow of her throat, where he felt her pulse racing—“here”—then wove her fingers into his hair and tightened their grip. “Now hold on, nice and tight.”

She made a fist so hard that his scalp got a painful tug. “Like this?” she asked.

“Just like that.” He smiled into her neck. “Now I’ll need to do a full and complete search just to be sure you aren’t concealing anything unlawful.”

“Because there’s so many places for me to hide things.”

“So many,” he agreed, and she laughed.

He started at her waist, spanning his hands while slowly running them first around from the dimples at her lower back to her front, eliciting a moan when he traced around the edge of her belly button, then he went on an expedition up and under her camisole. Her skin was slick with water and silkier than the material, which clung to her every curve and slope, revealing a set of perfect tens that had his dick going impossibly harder.

Nolan had always considered himself a legs man, but when he cupped Kat’s tits he knew that he’d always been a breast guy, he just hadn’t met the right breasts—until now. His hands were so large they covered the entirety of each globe even as he pressed his thumb over the taut nipples.

“Nolan,” she groaned, her back arching slightly as he massaged and worshipped her.

“To be safe,” he said against her shoulder, raining kisses along the slope, “I’m going to need to remove this. See what’s underneath.”

She rested her head back on his chest and looked up at him. “I think you’ll like what’s underneath.”

Like? He had a feeling that he was going to do a whole lot more than like everything he uncovered tonight—and that made him nervous. Kat was three years into a four-year sentence, and he was pretty sure that she’d pop smoke the second her sister left for college. Yes, she had her friends here, the house, but she’d left a whole other life behind when she’d returned home to care for Tessa. Without that tie binding her here, where would that leave them?

Christ. What was he thinking, them? There wasn’t any them. There was just Nolan, Kat, and Chemistry right now. But he knew that after tonight there would be more. Did he want that? Did she?

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