Chapter Eight
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Ami
“Here.” I jumped as the pad of Dewi’s thumb brushed over the corner of my mouth. My heart hammering in my chest. And his lazy smile didn’t do anything to calm it down. In fact it just made it worse. His face was so knowing , his eyes smiling right along with his lips a if he knew just what the smallest touch did to me.
And he didn’t move his hand, he just kept it there as we stared at each other.
What the hell was I doing? He was my boss, not to mention pretty much a stranger. Was I that starved for attention that this was now acceptable behaviour?
“Dewi…” His name was strange but it felt so familiar on my lips. Like I had said it a million times before. It even had the breathy cadence of a lover to it.
And yet we were strangers.
“You had some thing on your lip.” His voice was soft. His thumb brushing back and forth as if he couldn’t help himself. “Right here.” His breath was so hot, it was almost painful as he bent closer.
Was he going to kiss me? For a second I wanted his lips on mine.
I had missed him so much.
Missed him? How could I miss someone who I didn’t know?We had met only a handful of times. I barely knew him and yet I did miss him. I longed for him.
Which didn’t make any sense at all.
“Amelia.” His hooded eyes moved closer, his lips hovering over mine right there on my beat up sofa. My daughter asleep up stairs. Was I really going to make out with my boss?
And why the hell did he call me Amelia? That wasn’t my name. Him calling me by someone else’s name didn’t bode well at all.
“I’m Ami.”
“I know exactly who you are.” There was that red flash again. “I’ve always known.”
It had to be my imagination , the red fire seemed to grow. Swallowing up the whiskey colour of his eyes. Beautiful and terrifying in equal measures. “You’re mine, always.”
“Dewi.” My voice was barely a squeak. What did he mean his? “I don’t know what’s happening here?”
His dark brows shot into his hair, hair that I wanted to desperately to wrap my hands in as he lay between my legs.
Whoa.
The image was so clear, almost like a memory that my thighs clenched together and his face tightened , nostrils flared. “You don’t?”
I shook my head.
“This is happening, we… us …what ever you want to call it.” His voice was like velvet, brushing over my skin. Soft and sensual.
“We sho…” I was cut off as his hand slipped from my face , to slide around my neck. Cupping my head under my ponytail.
“This kiss is about to happen.”
It wasn’t a question , and even if it had been I wasn’t sure what my answer would have been.
His lips captured mine, soft and sweet and then pulled away. His eyes searching my face. And I could do nothing but stare at him, my chest rising and falling as I tried to suck in enough oxygen . It had been a simply kiss. No more than a peck and yet my whole body reacted like it hadn’t ever done before.
I wanted him.
No I needed him.
Beside me, Inside me. It didn’t matter as long as he was near. The empty feeling in my chest, the one I had lived with my whole life suddenly felt full to over flowing.
He pulled me to him again, a sound that was almost a roar falling from his lips as they crashed back down on mine.
The first kiss had been gentle.
Not the second though, he held me immobile as he lips assaulted mine, bruisingly hard. His tongue sweeping into my mouth to tangle with mine.
It wasn’t so much a kiss as a battle. And the heat of it had me arching into him. Wanting more than our mouths to touch. As if he had read my thoughts he pulled me over him, strong arms almost depositing me in his lap. And never once did he stop the kiss.
If anything he deepened it.
Crying.
I pulled away , my breath ragged.
“I should get her.” I couldn’t catch my breath. How could he look the way he did? Have the success he did and be able to kiss like that?
It didn’t seem fair on the rest of the male population.
Not that it mattered. It shouldn’t have happened. Us lusting after each other didn’t matter , one of us had to be professional.
“I will get her.” His hands were still tangled at the base of my neck. All he had to do was pull me down against him and I would be lost again.
“No.” I gave him an uncertain smile. “I think maybe you should go.” Him leaving was for the best , no matter what my lady parts said. He was my boss.
“Go?” He seemed confused as if a woman had never denied him before.
“Yes,” My voice wobbled only a little bit.
“You didn’t like it when I kissed you?”
“Of course I did, but I’m tired and …” I stuttered over the words.
“Ok Ami.” He seemed resigned but at least he didn’t make a big deal of it. His lips brushed over mine again, his eyes shining. “When can I see you again?”
I knew what he was asking. He wanted to explore the attraction between us.
“At work on Monday.” It was time to stop acting like a horny teenager.
Professional that was me. And I would be professional with Dewi Llewelyn even if it killed me.
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