Page 68 of Unlocking my Boss's Heart

My throat went dry as he stepped closer. His hand felt like it was on fire when he held my waist and pulled me nearer.

He wrapped me in his strong arms, and I threw my arms around his neck. Neither of us cared for our wet clothes as our mouths met in a synchrony of passion. Just like yesterday, a similar intensity surged through us. I let him ravage my mouth without restraint, enjoying the way he changed between light brushes and the deep swirling of his tongue against mine. Waves of warmth I’d never experienced coursed through me from head to my toes.

My fingers curled around the hair at the nape of his neck, seeking to hold on unless I buckled. Small, happy whimpers escaped my lips each time I caught a breath. Our wet clothes stuck to each other as he pressed my soft body against his strong chest until it felt like we were one.

He slowed down the kiss, peppered my cheeks with kisses. Then, he held me in a tight hug, I fit perfectly into his arms. His heartbeat was like a lullaby; I closed my eyes and enjoyed its rhythm while my own heart slowed to match his.

“You’re shivering,” he said against my hair.

I didn’t care. I snuggled even closer to him, not minding that we were both drenched. There was no denying how much I loved being with Anton. This moment felt right, and I kept my eyes closed to savor it. But this thing between us was still confusing. I didn’t know where we stood.

After our earlier marriage talk, one would think Anton would run away from kissing me because he was so afraid of marriage.Yet, how fervently he kissed me, his soft grunts matching my own whimpers, was telling the contrary. Didn’t he know this was a big part of marriage?

I smiled to myself.

It had been bold of me to bring up marriage like that. Thanks to Maddison for reminding me who I truly was inside—not the competitive and sophisticated person I’d imagined becoming while in law school.

Since speaking with her, I’d been torn between what my heart and my head were telling me. I liked being happy. I was happy at this moment. And I believed his parents liked me, though they hadn’t said so.

“My parents would love you.”

My eyes popped open, and I froze, shocked that I said it out loud.

“What does that mean?” Anton asked, rubbing my arms up and down.

I placed my hands on his chest and looked into his face.

“Just that they would be upset if I lost someone like you. I’m happy with you.”

“And what about you? Would you be upset if you lost me?”

“I'd be more than upset.” My voice had dropped to a whisper.

He pulled back to meet my gaze. “Does that mean you’re willing to give our relationship another chance?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Well, maybe we should take things slowly this time around. Get to know each other before we dive headfirst into the deep end?”

I chuckled. “Isn’t that a little too late? Considering what happened yesterday and today….”

“Kissing you wasn’t one of things I planned to slow down on,” he replied.

I blushed bright red.

After I stopped shivering, I didn’t want him to ever let go of me, so I remained there. His strong muscles made me feel safe, and he was so relaxed. He’d been tense earlier when I rambled about my parents’ marriage. I couldn’t bring up that subject anymore. I liked him like this.

“The rain stopped. You ready for me to take you home?”

I didn’t want to leave him, but it was time to go. “Yes, please.”

After a quick goodbye to his parents and brothers, Anton drove me home. We were a few blocks from Maddison’s apartment when he steered his car into a parking lot.

“I’m not ready to end our evening together just yet,” he said.

“Me, neither.”

He opened the car door for me, and we strolled through the streets hand in hand. The night was cool, the pavement was wet with rain, making the city glisten even more than usual.

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