“God damn it, Sienna.” I growl her name, then thrust my hips against the curve of her ass. “I’m mad at myself, too. For denying us both for so long.”
“You want me, too?” Her voice cracks.
“I shouldn’t.”
“I don’t work for you anymore.”
That’s not the only barrier. “I’m too old for you.”
She snorts. Then she shoves against my chest, trying to scramble off my lap.
I hold on tight. “Don’t.”
“You…don’t.” She wriggles angrily in my arms until she’s straddling me and we’re glaring at each other eye to eye. “Don’t tease me with an erection and grabby hands, and then try to tell me you’re too old for me. Don’t follow me across the country and then—”
I take her mouth savagely, desperately.
She kisses me back with a frustrated passion that tastes both deeply, intimately familiar, and brilliantly new.
Is this what it could have been like every time we snapped at each other across my desk, her soft pink lips so fucking tempting and entirely off-limits?
My hand tangles in her hair, holding her head still so I can kiss her harder. She bites my lower lip and I grunt a warning at her not to do it again.
She does anyway, then gasps when I land the flat of my free palm on the perfect curve of her ass. A single hard swat, a spank that only turns us both on even more.
“You need to go to bed.” I’m breathing hard as I grind out the instruction.
She mewls in protest and rubs her body against me. “Make me.”
I grip her hips and surge to my feet, carrying her to the little bed tucked into the eaves. She clings to me and squeaks, my favorite fucking sound.
“Sienna…”
“Yes?” Oh, that breathy, hopeful sound will be the death of me.
I lay her down on the blankets and she arches her back, curving her tits up at me. Even under cotton jammies, I can see her nipples have pulled tight.
Planting one hand right beside her head, I lean in and squeeze her side with the other fingers. Right below the curve of her breast. So close it makes my head swim.
But there is so much to talk about still, and we have a week of playing an adoring couple. It won’t be hard to do if we stay on this side of our mutual lust. But going too far, too fast, and breaking her vulnerable little heart?
As much as I need her, I will not do that.
“You’re a very good girl,” I growl against her ear. “Showing me fearlessly how sexy you are. Such a good girl for me. But it’s time for you to go to bed.”
She howls in protest. “Jacob—”
I kiss her, cutting her off. I kiss her until she goes soft, then I brush my lips against her forehead. “We have to go snowboarding in the morning. You need your sleep.”
“You’re ridiculous. And I don’t care about snowboarding.”
That makes me smile. “You love it.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Why do you know that?”
“I remember everything you say.”
“That’s news to me.”