Now he couldn’t resist her.
Not when she looked at him like that.
Finally, he pulled back, and he stroked her face softly, touching her as she looked right back at him. There were so many questions burning in her eyes, but she didn’t say anything. She just watched him, waiting.
She was fucking gorgeous.
“What was that for?” Allison finally asked. She bit her lip as she looked at Christopher. Was it just him, or did she seem a little scared? He didn’t blame her. He was a little scared, too, if he was being honest. He’d never done anything like this before.
“For making you cry.”
“You didn’t make me cry.”
“I did,” he whispered. He’d seen it. He’d seen the tears, and he’d felt bad. Terrible. He didn’t want to be the man who made the sweet tech girl cry. She was better than that. He was, too. They both were.
Besides, he liked her. She was everything to him. He didn’t want to admit it because that would mean facing the fact that their relationship was so completely forbidden, but he liked her more than he could ever tell the world.
“I liked it,” Allison whispered.
“Me too.”
“It was a good kiss.”
“The best.”
He pressed his lips to her forehead softly. It was a gentle sort of closure to the kiss they’d shared. He wasn’t sure what to say to her next. It had been a long time since he’d cared about a woman the way he cared about her. He didn’t want to rush into anything, especially when kissing her had been such a spur-of-the-moment thing to do.
“I’ve thought about kissing you so many times,” she whispered.
“You have?”
“I have,” Allison admitted. “Haven’t you thought about it?”
A million times.
He thought of her every time he rubbed his dick. He thought of her every time he walked into the office. When he arrived for work each day, he scanned the faces he saw until his eyes locked on hers. She was everything to him.
“Yes,” he whispered.
Yes.
He cleared his throat, unsure of what to say next. What was there to say? They weren’t going to be a couple, so the truth was that this little moment never should have happened. He should have resisted.
Before today, Christopher only could have imagined what it was like to kiss Allison. Now he knew. He knew what she tasted like, and he knew that he was going to crave her forever after this.
“We should eat,” he whispered, pressing his lips to her forehead. It was an awkward end to a wonderful moment, but he felt as though he’d adequately apologized, and he didn’t want to let the moment get too out of hand. Besides, if he didn’t go to his side of the desk, and if he didn’t sit down, he was going to just kiss her over and over until their clothes came off.
His inner-dragon growled in appreciation.
Christopher wished that guy would shut up.
Christopher went back around the desk and sat down. Allison sat down, too. She reached for her sandwich and took a bite. Christopher opened his and took a bite, too. It was good. Allison had ordered extra pickles on the sandwich – his favorite – and had topped it with black olives. He chewed for a moment, not ready to say anything out loud. He didn’t know what to say out loud.
How could he say anything to the woman who was capturing his heart and soul? Each day they were together, he just found himself wanting more, craving more. He knew that he should be happy with their relationship as it was. Shouldn’t he? He should, probably.
But oh, the idea of sliding his hands up her dress and slowly teasing her panties down was enough to make a guy go crazy. Christopher wondered if Allison even knew how perfect she was. Somehow, he doubted it.
“How is it?” Allison gestured to his sandwich.