Page 62 of Shades of Mercy
Alarms blared in her head, but she ignored them all. She needed his kiss, needed to taste him, to feel him.
He’d kissed her before, but this felt different. Before, he’d been teasing, enjoying riling her up. This kiss was full of unexpected energy. Maybe this time, he was allowing himself to feel.
She slid her hands into his hair. He made a growling noise deep in his throat—a noise full of need and desire. His bold tongue tangled with hers, and as she pulled at his hair, he hitched her up, pressing her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his hips to push her throbbing core against him. The towel had lifted to her waist, and her bare inner thighs pressed against his bulging zipper. The fabric of his jeans scraped against her sensitive lips, causing her to squirm in response.
He kissed her harder, with more expectation and a ball of need. His tongue forced her mouth wider, and they became lost in the kiss.
*****
He’d never tasted anything better than her kisses.
But he questioned,What the fuck am I doing?
He wrenched his mouth free and stared down at her flushed face and swollen lips. She was a temptation, a spell he couldn’t resist. Could he give her what she wanted and needed? What did she deserve? What if he got himself into this and ended up disappointing her?
He lowered her to her feet but didn’t step away. He cupped her cheek, gazing into her striking blue eyes.
Some of the desire drained from her face.
“You’re overthinking again,” she whispered.
“I get carried away when I’m near you.”
“We both do, or did you miss that point?”
“I shouldn’t be allowing myself to go here with you. You’re a temptation I can’t resist.”
“That’s allowing your trained thoughts to lie to you.”
“I’m still a man who has a lot of healing to do.”
She stiffened and took a step back. Her demeanor changed, and her voice was sharp as she said, “Then you shouldn’t have kissed me.”
“I do want you. More than you can know.”
“But not enough to lower the walls. I'm tired of the hot and cold approach with you.” Anger took up real estate again in her expression.
“I’m a man who wants to do right, Mercy.”
Her eyes flickered with pain. “I don’t think you know what right is.”
“I know what’s wrong.”
“So nowthisis wrong?” She laughed, but it came from a place of frustration. She turned and stomped toward the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
He fucked up again.
What the hell was wrong with him?
He shoved his hands into his front pockets and groaned. He had the most fantastic woman willing to give him a chance, and why did he back off?
He didn’t want to take advantage when he had no clue where things would go.
Chapter Eighteen
As Mercy strode into the security office, she was grateful that Puma had asked her a second time to help with the programs. Sitting in front of the computer screen brought her a sense of peace.
However, it didn't quite work as usual this time.
