Chapter Five
What starts off as a tentative kiss quickly evolves into a storm. I can’t keep my hands from seeking him out as I place one around his shoulder and the other in his hair. I feel his hands at my waist, pulling me closer to him.
What is it about this man? He makes me lose myself—emboldens me so I don’t even know who I am.
As our tongues battle with each other, our bodies press closer until our chests are touching. His hands find their way under my blouse and my skin catches fire. He runs his hands up my back, hitting the sensitive spots that make me arch even closer to him, if that is possible. I protest slightly as his mouth pulls away from mine, only to sigh as his lips tease my ear lobe, suckling. This is when I get my earlier question answered: his facial stubble tickles my cheek, sending more sparks through my system.
“God, that feels so good.”
“This is nothing compared to how good I want to make you feel,” he says in a husky voice.
He continues to lavish my ear, my neck, back to my mouth. His hands continue their exploration and make their way around to my front. I gasp as I feel them brush the underside of my breasts. I’m so startled I pull away, breaking our contact.
“I’m sorry,” I lamely say.
“No, I’m sorry. Too much, too fast. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“No, you didn’t scare me.” I bite my lip as I watch him raise an eyebrow in question. “Not much.”
He softly chuckles, kissing my forehead. “What is it about you, Abby Carter?”
“I could say the same about you. Ididsay the same about you. In my head.”
Before either of us can say more, Denise reappears in the doorway. I don’t even pretend to worry that she sees me like this with Shaun. As I look from her, back to Shaun, I smile and say, “Guess this is good night.”
“Guess so.”
“I can give you two some privacy,” Denise says.
“I’m ready for bed,” I blurt out. And blush beyond belief. “I mean, I’m ready to say good night and get some sleep.”
Shaun moves to stand, bringing me with him. He kisses my cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Okay,” I respond. I watch him walk toward the doorway where he says good night to Denise before he disappears out of sight.
Denise walks to me, mouth agape, eyes widening. “O. M. G. You guys are so hot for each other!”
I look at her, almost bewildered. “How the heck did that happen? I barely know him and yet it’s like, I know him. And I want to know more. What is happening with me?”
Denise puts her hands on my arms, grinning like a fool at me. “It struck. It’s like lightning!”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re attracted to him. You want him. He’s your soul mate.”
I stare at her like she’s grown another head. “You’ve had a little too much of the spiked Kool-Aid. He’s not my soul mate. I just met him!”
“Doesn’t matter.” She shakes her head. “When it hits, it hits. Like with me and Jim. When I…”
“Yeah, about that. What’s going on with you two?”
“Oh no you don’t. You can’t change the subject.”
“Oh yes I can, little sister. You never said a darn thing about Jim. And all of a sudden, I see you hanging on this guy, acting as if you’re a couple.”
“Well, we are,” she states matter-of-factly.
“He’s your boss! How can that be?”