Page 103 of Through You
“Hi, fire,” I say before giving her a quick kiss. Her soft lips greet mine momentarily. Now that I’m finally able to kiss her and hold her in my arms, it’s all I want to do.
“Good morning, iceberg.”
“I thought you’d already melted me.”
Her lips curve up, forming a smile. “I was under the impression it was the opposite: I made you hard.”
Her reply causes me to arch an eyebrow. “I think we need to confirm that.”
She feigns innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“By the way”—I caress her face gently—“do you think you could wear your uniform when we’re alone?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about screwing you in that uniform.”
“Oh, I might.”
I rub my nose against hers. “Was I that obvious?”
She nods and I pull her in closer for a kiss packed with emotions, feeling every inch of her lips against mine. The kiss picks up tempo and she brings her hands around my neck while our lips deepen their contact. The beating of my heart increases. She was the first girl I liked, the first girl who made me feel nervous and awkward, the first one I declared my feelings to, the one I showed my vulnerable side, and the one I cared for on so many occasions.
So I’m not shocked by the intensity of my feelings when I hold her in my arms. For me, it has always been her.
Claudia ends the kiss. She reaches past me, searching for cups to serve the coffee. “Your parents or Apolo could come down at any time,” she reminds me. “And your grandfather and his nurse are living here now, so we have to be careful.”
I let out a sigh and step aside, watching her pour coffee into two cups. She hands me one.
“Don’t you have to go to work today?” I ask her, and when Claudia frowns, I almost slap myself. She still doesn’t know that I’m aware she works at my company. Shit! “I mean, do you have plans today?” I hide my face behind the coffee cup as I take a sip.
“Not until much later.”
I glance at the clock on the wall. I need to go now; I have a meeting in half an hour, and I slept longer than usual.
“I have to go.” I give her another quick kiss and put the cup down on the table.
She hands me a container. “Fruit salad. It’s important to have breakfast.”
That makes me smile like an idiot.
“Are you worried about me?”
“Why are you so surprised?”
“I’m not surprised.”
“Then?”
I look her straight in the eyes. “I like it.”
She blushes and looks away. I’m trying hard to resist the urge to kiss her again, and so I ask her another question instead.
“Should we do something tonight?”
“I have plans. I’ll see you later when you come home.”
“What kind of plans?” I ask, and she raises an eyebrow. “I’m just curious.”
