How He Really Feels (He Feels Trilogy) by Lisa Suzanne Read Free Book Online

I felt so comfortable with him that I closed my eyes as we swayed and I imagined how it would feel to be with him, body and soul. Suddenly, he pulled away a little bit.
    I felt sheepish as he looked into my eyes, and I wondered if he could read what I was thinking. What if he didn’t feel the same way at all?
    He whispered, “Julianne, are you okay?”
    “Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied, feeling like my loud voice belonged to someone else. He pulled me close again. I could feel his warm breath against the top of my head as we danced.
    “You are so incredibly beautiful,” he whispered into my hair.
    “What?” I asked, my voice cracking like a teenage boy going through puberty, wanting to be sure that I heard him correctly. I pulled back slightly to look him in the eyes.
    “You‘re beautiful. I’ve thought so since the first time I saw you in that conference room a year ago,” he said, as he pulled me close once again. The stubble from his five o’clock shadow tickled against my skin as his chin brushed my cheek.
    I had no words. I couldn’t handle thinking clearly when he was so close to me and so sexy and saying things like that to me.
    “I know that it’s wrong for us to be together because I’m your boss, but Julianne, I just can’t hold back anymore. Being next to you makes it impossible for me to think straight. I can’t hide from this anymore, as much as I try to deny that I have feelings for you,” he said.
    For possibly the first time in my life, I was speechless. I couldn’t believe that he was saying the one thing I had longed to hear for a year.
    “Every time I see you walking around the office, I want to take you into my arms, like this, and feel your body against mine,” he whispered, his chin brushing my cheek again.
    Nothing could have prepared me for this moment. I felt a million emotions all at once: nervous, excited, anxious, and overjoyed; but the prevailing feeling was lust. I wanted to express to him the torch that I had been carrying for him since the first day I had laid eyes on him. I wanted someone to pinch me to make sure that this was really happening. And most of all, I wanted him to kiss me.
    “I feel the same way about you,” I finally said, gazing boldly into his eyes.
    His eyes burned into mine, and everything in the room went away. There was no music, no report, no floor under my feet. Nothing was in that room except for Nick and me.
    He tucked my hair behind my ear and then ran his knuckles against my cheek, his eyes never leaving mine. And then, finally, he lowered his head to mine, slowly, the anticipation absolutely killing me.
    He brushed his lips once against mine, much like he had on New Year’s Eve, and desire coursed through my veins as tingles raced up and down my spine. My heart started beating faster and desire pooled hot and low in my belly. I felt dizzy. He broke away for just an instant to look into my eyes, as if to be sure that I wanted this as much as he did. When he saw his feelings returned, when he saw the lust in my eyes, he brought his mouth back to mine, and this time, he really kissed me.
    I tightened my arms around his neck as I felt his tongue at the part of my lips and I opened my mouth to his. I ran my fingers through his beautiful hair, just like I had wanted to do since the day I had first met him, finding it soft and silky. His strong, masculine hands gripped my hips as our tongues met, tentatively at first and turning into a sensual and explosive dance.
    We kissed for an eternity, or five seconds, or ten minutes, in that same place, his hands gripping me against him. I had kissed some men in my life, but I had never had a kiss as hot and passionate as Nick’s.
    I could kiss him forever.
    His desire for me was evident as his lips claimed mine, his tongue slow and sexy even as it was hot and aggressive. I could feel his arousal against my hip, and I knew that my own panties were moist from his kisses and his touch and his scent. Hell, my