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“We still have a wall to finish.”

“You should sit still for a few more minutes.”

“Winston, I don’t need you to babysit me.”

“I disagree.”

“I’m fine, really. The chocolate did the trick. I’m good as new.”

I was too close, and yet, I didn’t seem to have the wits or strength to step back, even though I knew I should put some distance. I needed some reprieve from the constant tension that had surrounded us today, pulling me toward him like a magnet. But my feet just wouldn’t move, and Winston stayed put as well.

“Sienna—”

“Winston—”

I didn’t realize what he intended to do until I felt his hand at the back of my head and his mouth on mine. I couldn’t think beyond how much I wanted this—him. Fisting his shirt, I pulled him even closer, felt him smile against my mouth before his tongue coaxed mine.

He kissed me until I trembled with anticipation and need. He tugged at the straps on my shoulders, as if he wanted to yank them away. His mouth was hot and urgent, exploring me.

The hand at the back of my head kept me exactly at the angle he wanted. The deeper he kissed me, the more I wanted. As if knowing how much I yearned for his touch, he brought a hand around my waist, bringing me flush against him. My breasts pressed against his chest. Energy speared me, zapping every cell. My nipples turned hard.

My body thrummed with need. I was greedy for more of him. I wanted his fingers on my bare skin, his mouth... everywhere. I felt like I was about to lose my mind—my decency for sure.

When he pulled my lower lip gently between his, drawing little circles with his fingers at the back of my neck, I clenched my thighs, trying to ignore the ache between them. He’d turned me on with nothing more than a kiss! And when he pulled back gently, I groaned in protest, almost pulling him back to me before reality tugged at the corners of my mind.

Winston was my boss! What had I been thinking? Well, I hadn’t. But in my defense, the man kissed so well, I was proud I could even remember my own name.

His eyes were full of lust. His grip on my waist was so strong that if it weren’t for the thick fabric of the overalls, I might have finger marks on my skin. Winston did not look as if he had any intention of letting me go.

Honestly, I didn’t want him to. I liked the feeling of having his arms around me, his body pressing against mine.

I didn’t know if it was because he’d shown up here to help even though he didn’t have to, or because we’d shared personal tidbits about each other, but this was not just about attraction. I felt vulnerable. It scared me, yet I wanted to hang on to everything he made me feel.

“You taste so good,” he murmured. His lips were hovering at the corner of my mouth, his hot breath tickling me. I slowly let go of his shirt but drew my hand downward in a small spiral, past his navel. I had no idea what I was doing. I just wanted to touch him, explore him.

He gripped my wrist, stopping the descent.

“Stop doing that or I’ll kiss you again, and this time, I won’t stop at a kiss.”

His voice was rough, almost strangled. I pulled back a notch, looking straight in his eyes. They were darker than I’d ever seen them and so intense that my breath faltered.

I cleared my throat, and he dropped his arm. I was so nervous that I was tongue-tied. I didn’t know what to say, or what this meant.

“So, thanks for today,” I said awkwardly.

He flashed a wicked smile. “My pleasure entirely.”

My skin prickled. Holy shit. I took another step back, just in case.

“I can finish what’s left to do.”

“You want me to leave?” His tone was playful, but there was still something wolfish in his expression.

I blushed. “No, but we’ve worked for hours.”

“You don’t think I’ll leave you alone, do you?”

“You won’t?”


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