A Little Night Music by Andrea Dale, Sarah Husch Read Free Book Online

that made it hard for her to concentrate.
    “Well, I’ll still be working for you come tomorrow,” she managed, trying desperately to talk them both out of this. “It’s my job to think ahead.”
    He moved in front of her, tipped her chin up with gentle fingers so there was no way for her to escape his gaze. “It’s obvious that we’re attracted to each other. See?”
    This time, he initiated the kiss.
    This time, she knew what to do.
    After all of the flirting and teasing, she wouldn’t have thought a mere kiss could do so much. But the touch of his lips against hers added fuel to the embers, and heat flared.
    Heat, and burning desire.
    He caressed, teased, and then deepened the kiss, claiming her. Her hands splayed across his strong back, pulling him closer. Their bodies molded together. She met his tongue, and all she could imagine was it elsewhere on her body, urging her to higher levels of passion and need until she…
    He drew away. She could feel his heart pounding, knew he was just as aroused as she. Good. It gave her a moment to recover. She licked her lips, and his eyes followed the movement.
    “You see what I mean?” he asked. “Can we work effectively if we’re constantly…distracted?”
    “I can see where it might become a problem.” Hannah nodded slowly. Light from a nearby street lamp threw silver into his hair, made shadows pool in his eyes. “So, you’re suggesting we should get it out of our systems.”
    “Exactly.”
    She took a deep breath. She hadn’t intended for it to happen so quickly.
    But she’d been planning this, waiting for this for nine years. Waiting, and wanting.
    Now want was rapidly turning into need .
    She reached up and toyed with the silky strands of his hair. Nine years. “Then what are we waiting for?” she asked.
     

 
     
    Chapter Three
     
    His house was a short walk away, in a tree-lined district of Victorian homes. Inside, Hannah got a brief glimpse of the décor—red walls and wooden beams, stained-glass panels above the doors. A music room was visible through an archway, complete with a black baby grand and a row of guitars. Nate led her, unprotesting, up the sweep of stairs, his fingers linked with hers.
    Hannah was so aroused that she was breathless by the time they reached the second floor. Part of her kept insisting that it was too soon, she needed to keep her professional life in focus. The other part of her, the part that was panting with hunger, could only think of Nate, and the teenage vow she’d made so many years ago. They were just at the doorway to his bedroom. She caught a glimpse of a wide four-poster bed before he pushed her against the doorjamb and kissed her.
    Hard.
    Hannah knew, vaguely, that it was the final test. Her last chance to protest, to back out. Say the word, push him away, and that would be the end of it.
    The wooden edge of the door pushed into her back, sharp and unyielding. Nate’s body was just as solid, his heat warming her, causing flames to lap at her self-control. He wanted her.
    Nate Fox wanted her .
    Anyone else, and she could have maintained her professional decorum, but the heady realization of his desire for her had shut down her thought processes.
    The shaggy hair at the sides of his head was soft, and she wove her fingers through it to pull him deeper into the kiss, just as she’d done as a teenager. This time, however, he kissed her much harder, until he was bruising her lips. She matched him, kiss for kiss, curling one leg around his calf. She could feel his arousal pressing into her stomach, and she rocked her hips to pleasure them both. The low growl he made was gratifying, the hands that tightened on her hips even more so.
    They broke apart, gasping. “Breathe,” Nate crooned. His mouth was temptingly close, and she leaned forward to run the tip of her tongue across his bottom lip.
    “Why?” Hannah asked, his taste lingering in her mouth. Spices and desire. Sin and satisfaction. “Aren’t you trying