He's the Boss (Dance with Me #1): Boss-Employee Romance

Chapter 14: Kiss

Brooke

I thought I'd woken up from my nap on the couch, but maybe I didn't. How else am I supposed to explain the fact Linc's mouth is on mine? He kisses me again and again, each time more deeply and thoroughly than the last, until I'm clutching the front of his shirt, needing desperately to anchor myself to him so that I don't lose myself in the pleasure he's giving me.

When he tears his mouth away, he stares at me, panting hard and trying to catch his breath. I stare back at him, panting equally hard, and then his mouth is on mine again. I didn't think he was holding back before, but this time he's kissing me as if his single goal is to drive me out of my mind with desire. I'm burning up, my skin tingling and on fire. The throb between my legs as his tongue strokes along mine borders on unbearable.

His hands go to my hips, lifting me. I wrap my arms around his neck as my legs wrap around his waist.

There are too many layers of clothing between us. My back hits the cold brick wall behind me. I was in the doorway a moment ago, and I'm not quite sure how I ended up outside, but I don't care as I slip my hands under the front of Linc's shirt so that I can touch him. I'm rewarded with the feel of hot velvet underneath my fingertips. He sucks in a breath and then moans into my mouth, sparking a feverish reaction in my body. Too many times I've imagined this. Too many times, I've lain awake in bed thinking about touching him like this, needing him the way I need him now.

He presses his hips into the cradle of my thighs, taking my breath away with the feel of all that hardness between my legs. I loathe his jeans and mine for standing in the way of everything I'm so desperate to have. I grip him tighter with my legs while he slides his hand under my top. Inch by glorious inch, his hand sweeps fire and goosebumps across my flesh. And when he stops just shy of my breast, time stands still as I wait for his touch. Finally, he cups me, but it's nowhere near enough. I nearly sob with relief when his fingers deftly shift the material of my lace bra to get to the peak inside begging for contact.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I question whether I should be stopping this, but as he rocks his hips against mine, his fingers toying with the hard bud of my nipple, I become obsessed with the aching emptiness between my legs. Something I do my best to convey by whimpering when he tears his mouth from mine so that he can kiss my neck. I shudder against him and pray he never stops what he's doing. Nothing has ever felt this good or this torturous before. The slick heat between my legs, the pleasure that keeps building...

"Linc."

The only thing that will make the emptiness go away is him burying himself in me. Just the thought of him moving inside me, filling me, is enough to make the walls of my sex clench in anticipation. I'm so ready for him it hurts. I'm going to die if the throb between my legs gets any worse.

"Please," I whisper. "I need..."

Him. To come. His body in mine.

Linc stops kissing my neck so he can look at me. His black, heavy-lidded gaze is magnetic. I can't look away. Nothing else exists but him and the way he makes me feel. Then the front door flies open, crashing against the wall, jarring me back to reality.

"Brooke, are you still... Oh my God!"

I glance at my sister in time to see the shock on her face. Horror quickly replaces the shock. "I'm sorry!" she squeals.

Before I can say anything, she disappears back inside the unit.

Seeing my legs wrapped around my boss' waist, my clothes askew, and my hair probably resembling a bird's nest, there's only one conclusion my sister could draw: the right one. The man I'm wrapped around has a habit of short circuiting my logical and practical side. It's problematic.