Page 64 of Loverboy
“Slow your roll,” he thunders. “I have no fucking idea who broke into your shop. But I’ve just spent the last week trying to figure it out.”
“LIAR!” Spalding was right. Iamterrible at sex. I can’t even tell real kisses from fake ones. It’s utterly humiliating, and fat tears spring from both of my eyes. “You kissed the poor, lonely baker so she wouldn’t notice what you were up to.”
“Bullshit!” he shouts. And suddenly he’s right in front of me, all up in my space. “You’ve got it backwards. I just spent the last week tryingnotto kiss you, because everything got so complicated. The case is still up in the air, and—”
“Thecase,” I spit. “It’s all about the case. That’s all you ever cared about.”
“It’s not,” he thunders, his face red. He reaches out and grabs the belt loops of my skirt, towing me closer, as if proximity would make his argument more logical. “I’m trying to explain, but you won’t listen.”
“Because it’s bullshit.” I whisper at close range. His green eyes are enormous at this distance. “I don’t believe anything you say.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Then believethis.” That’s when the asshole leans in and kisses me. It isn’t a bashful kiss, either. He tilts his head and consumes me with firm hungry lips. I’m hit with his clean scent and the heat from all that skin so close to mine. Surprise makes my knees wobble, so I reach out to steady myself.
But my palms land on that hard chest. And—wow—the heat rising off this man makes me crazy. I don’t know how it happens, exactly. But the same mouth I used a minute ago to snarl at Gunnar is now kissing him back.
He likes it, too. He hauls me against his hard body, wrapping his arms around me. And now his tongue is in my mouth.
I let out a groan of surprise, because I had no idea it was possible to be so irritated and so turned on at the same time. This frustrating, untrustworthy man is devouring me the way a starving man takes down a fat slice of apple pie.
It’s a wonderful, terrible kiss. I know I should stop. But I just don’t want to. Not even when my back suddenly hits the wall, where Gunnar’s hard body has trapped me. “I’ve always wanted you,” he mutters between kisses.
“Shh!” I order. “Don’t talk, for God’s sake. You’ll ruin it.” I thread my fingers into his hair and pull him in for another kiss.
“You don't believe me,” he grunts against my mouth, as if this is some kind of surprise.
“OfcourseI don't believe you. Men lie. You, for example, lie to me all day long.” As I say this, I’m unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.
A wrinkle appears in the middle of his forehead. Then he kisses me once again, but very slowly. “The only kind of lying I'm doing tonight is the kind where I lie on top of you.”
Oh my.
“—And don't say you don't want that. Because then you'll be a liar, too.”
That is sadly accurate. “Two wrongs don’t make a right,” I grumble, shoving the shirt off his shoulders.
“Now who’s talking too much?” He dives in for another kiss, and my blood begins to pound. This is madness. I shouldn’t let him kiss me. I shouldn’t suck on his tongue, making him moan into my mouth. I shouldn’t arch my back to push my hungry body closer to his.
No, I should kick him in the shins and storm out of here.
But this Gunnar wants to distract us with once-in-a-lifetime sex, my hormones whine.We can storm out later, after we see where this goes!
Which turns out to be straight to every nerve ending I possess. Because Gunnar’s kisses are overwhelming. He kisses with his whole body. A firm thigh slides between my legs. A big hand cups my ass as he delves a little more deeply into my mouth. We kiss until my lips are chafed and my nipples ache inside my bra.
“Paxton,” he pants between kisses. “We’ve come to a crossroads.”
“What?” I gasp. “Why?”
“Five minutes from now you’ll either be on your way home with a polite Company escort. Or naked on my bed with your legs in the air. Which is it going to be?”
NAKED!scream my deepest desires.
Except I’m very bad at sex. And I’m still mad at Gunnar. I pull back another centimeter. As if that could possibly dull the zap and sizzle between us. “You put cameras in my workplace. Is this just your way of trying to slide that by?”
“I want to slide something, that’s for sure.” He runs his hands down my body, and I nearly purr like a cat. “And I will apologize thoroughly for the subterfuge. But not right this minute. Because I can’t think right now. Not with my brain, anyway. So choose, Paxton. Am I calling an agent to drive you home? Or am I removing all your clothing?”
“I haven’t decided,” I say as he kisses his way down my jaw.
“No? Then why is your hand down my pants?”
