Page 30 of Mailroom Delight
Chapter 8
Paige
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My body tingled everywhere.
There wasn’t an ounce of me left I could control, and I felt my consciousness leave me the longer he kissed me.
The mere touch of his hand sent a jolt of electricity through me and I couldn’t control the intense need I had for more.
Kissing him shattered my control and the guard I’d placed up to shield my heart from everything.
All I knew in this moment, here and now, was that I wanted him and nothing else mattered.
His tongue explored the recesses of my mouth, and I explored him too, loving the taste of him.
He tasted like something forbidden, like the pure, raw temptation I needed so badly. His kiss sent spirals of ecstasy through me quenching my thirst, filling the hunger I didn’t even know I felt.
I was only mildly aware of his hand creeping up the side of my waist. When his fingers brushed the underside of my breast I wanted him to touch me more, to take me right here.
And, it was that sudden, intense want that knocked my senses back into me.
This wasn’t just kissing. There was too much passion, too much desire.
Just too much… everything.
I wasn’t ready for what he had to offer. I wasn’t ready for this kiss, and if I didn’t stop now I would allow him to take me if he wanted to.
I moved back again. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”
Confusion filled his handsome face and he caught my arm before I could move.
“Paige, stay. It’s just kissing.”
“It’s not.” I shook my head at him. No way in hell was that just kissing.
“Okay, it wasn’t. It can be more.” He stared at me, and I swore he could see how lonely I must be. “It can be more if you want it to be.”
I hated myself for admitting I did want more. I wanted it to be more. But I was not ready and I didn’t know him well enough to explain that.
He was the first man I’d kissed in three years. I didn’t know why I felt like I wouldn’t feel anything when I kissed him.
“Jason, I can’t.” That took strength. “I just…”
Frustration filled me, and I was annoyed at myself now.
When he released me, I moved and didn’t look back.
I just went straight to my car and drove home.
As I stepped through the door the first thing I saw was the large wedding picture of Paul and me.
It was the larger version to the picture I had in the bedroom. I looked at his smiling face as he looked at me in my truly beautiful dress and I felt so bad tears filled my eyes.
I knew I agreed I would try to let him go. I agreed to it earlier when I spoke to Bernice, but then my readers and work was on my mind. I decided meeting Jason tonight was about that.
But that wasn’t the complete truth…
