Bachelor's Special by Christine Warner Read Free Book Online

voice lowered further.
    “I particularly like your presentation.” He matched her tone, his heartbeat erratic.
    She tried to step back, but her butt connected with the counter. If she took a half step forward she’d be pushed against his chest. Not that he minded.
    “Let me loose. I’d like to wipe my eyes.” A giggle slipped past her lips.
    “Not yet. I’m not sure you’ve learned your lesson.”
    “I guarantee you I have.”
    Her struggled swallow caught his attention. “Nervous?”
    Jill shook her head as if trying to clear away the thick soup. “Never.”
    He laughed. “I’m going to have more soup.”
    “Can’t, it’s all on my…” She stiffened in his arms and a soft sigh, almost a whimper, caught in her throat.
    His attraction grew tenfold. He lowered his head, brushing her lips with his own before pulling back. His heart pounded against his chest, bongo drums in a heady rhythm. This situation had escalated into a major turn on.
    Although he planned a seduction, he didn’t think he’d get this far this soon.
    Softly, he touched his lips to hers again. He ran his tongue over her lips, catching her gasp in his mouth. “Delicious.”
    At first her lips remained taut, but when he licked the corner of her mouth, then released her wrists to settle his fingers against the nape of her neck, she surrendered.
    No other way to describe it. Her breasts pushed into him, and the hardening peaks of her nipples thrust through the thin material of her shirt to press into his own cotton pullover.
    A chill shot up his spine. She trembled in his arms and he tugged her closer, crushing her mouth with his, deepening their union. She tasted of savory spices and butter, along with another flavor he recognized as her own unique sweetness.
    She felt perfect in his arms, as if she were made to be in them. Made? No. Attracted for sure, but nothing more.
    He fanned his hand across her nape, then buried his fingers deep into the silky thickness of her loose hair as it cascaded down her back. Her lips parted, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside. Heat coiled from his center to encompass every individual nerve pulsing through his body.
    Her palms found their way to rest against his chest, and she balled them into the material of his shirt. Her body relaxed beneath his touch, and she slid her hands down his front, then moved them around his back to cup his rear. She groaned, pulling him in so close that his arousal pressed into her belly.
    Heat circled them, drawing the oxygen from between their bodies. With one arm, he hoisted her onto the stainless-steel workstation. The movement deepened their kiss, and she nibbled his tongue while her fingers pressed firmly up the bunched muscles of his back to dig into his shoulders.
    …
    Something this good shouldn’t be so wrong. It’d been—forever—since her fingers kneaded the heated flesh of a man. Not just any man, but a very sexual, off-limits man—which made this entire situation potentially dangerous. All the more so because this was her boss. Damn the rules of society . She indulged just a bit more. He tasted so good, like…like— sex. No other way to describe it. She swirled her tongue against his for a better sample.
    Jill licked the outer edge of his lips, and his soft moan spiraled her heart out of control. His clean-cotton smell sent a rush of heat through her body. The tingling sensation that followed torpedoed to the hidden spot between her legs.
    No. This wasn’t right. Her actions would only confirm his belief that women were good for only two things—well, three in her case. She’d play right into his hands if she let this kiss grow any more intimate.
    Jill pushed aside the hypnotic sensation of his fingers trailing over her highly sensitized skin. With force, she suppressed the wants and needs swirling around the throbbing ache between her thighs.
    Oh. Her thighs. She had wrapped them around him, pulling him in tight as he pressed his hips