23
Paige
Two minutes ago, we were arguing about him not letting me leave, let alone take Nova off the property, and then he decided to kiss me.
I should be angry with him, but the kiss tore down my defenses.
I want more.
My fingers fist his shirt, pulling him down on top of me as I desire another searing hot kiss with my boss.
That small nagging voice in my head reminds me that he’s a bad boy.
Trouble.
The worst choice I could go for—the biggest mistake of my life.
There’s only one way to silence that voice.
And that’s with another kiss.
The bedsheets are bunched between us as we kiss, and I lift my hips long enough to push the sheets down with my knees. I’m hot and sweaty between his kisses and the blankets, and it’s just too much.
But I don’t want to push Moreno away.
I want more of him.
I want more with him.
While I know that I should stop, I can’t. My fingers slide beneath his black t-shirt, and I run my palms against his skin.
One kiss leads to two.
We’re tangled together, the bedsheets between my legs as he pins my arms above my head with one hand.
His fingers skim over my stomach, the pads of his fingers soft and teasing as it dances over my t-shirt.
I feel partially naked with only a t-shirt and panties on, but I don’t care.
Will he be surprised and pleased to discover the purple lace thong? I wore it for him.
Not that I ever thought he’d see it on me, but I slipped it on, excited with the fantasy that he might.
“What do you want?” Moreno asks, staring down at me.
He still has my arms trapped against the mattress, pinned above my head.
My chest rises and falls with every gasp of air and breath that I take.
“You,” I whisper up at him, already panting.
The last thing I want is for him to stop or pull away and leave things unfinished between us.
Moreno leans down for another fiery kiss, his tongue pushing past my lips and inside my mouth.
He knows how to kiss a woman, really kiss her.
Thankfully, I’m already lying in bed, or I’d be falling to the ground, weak at the knees.