Tequila, Tequila

He brushed his thumb down my cheek. “You don’t know anything about me, though. Not how you would on a date.”

“I know that I like spending time with you. I know that I’m comfortable with you and I’m happy when I’m with you. Because of those things, I also know that I don’t care anymore that you’re my boss. And I think they’re more important than knowing what your favorite food is or what you do in your spare time. I can learn that. I can’t learn to want to be with you.”

Gently, he cupped my chin, drawing my face close to his. His lips brushed over mine a few times, the lightest of kisses. “From a girl who plans to murder me in twenty-five-years, that was deep.”

“Way to ruin the moment.”

Giving a gentle chuckle, he kissed me again, this time more firmly. “I think it all makes total sense. I know that I want to be with you, too. Even if it means some expensive ER bills.”

“Gee, thanks. Spend all the money I intend to inherit from your death on medical bills.”

“Then I’ll buy a big roll of bubble wrap and wrap you in that instead.” He grinned, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. “So what are you saying? Are we going to give this a shot?”

“One condition.”

“Which is?”

“If we break up, I keep my job, and you leave instead.” I winked.

Laughing, he leaned in again. His breath tickled my lips, and my heart skipped a beat as I waited for him to kiss me.

It was hard to believe that, three weeks ago, I didn’t even know this man. That our first interaction had been him helping me up from the side of the road after I’d interviewed to be his assistant, unbeknownst to us both.

It was crazy to think that he wanted me despite all my little quirks. That he embraced my natural clumsiness so much to call me ‘Hurricane.’ That it was cute and amusing to him.

It was even crazier to think that he was my boss. Nobody in the office even knew, thanks to us having the top floor. It was easy to forget that we weren’t the only two people in the building, but maybe that would make it easier.

I just had to hope that it didn’t all go to shit one day.

But the thing was, for someone who really didn’t venture outside of her comfort zone for fear of screwing things up, this felt big. Because he made me feel brave, and there was a part of me that believed this could work.

That belief only strengthened as he finally kissed me. It was deep and slow, the kind of kiss that curls your toes and sends goosebumps dancing over your arms. I reveled in it, kissing him back as my heart pounded against my ribs and an ache grew between my legs.

I clenched my thighs, and as if he felt it, he pulled back.

Cameron searched my eyes. “We’re past the three-date rule, aren’t we?”

I nodded. “And I didn’t wear matching underwear for nothing.”

“How are you with stairs?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE – MALLORY

Turned out, I was not great at stairs tonight.

Halfway up, Cameron practically picked me up over his shoulder because I was taking too long. I didn’t even complain.

Like I said. I’d put on matching underwear for a reason. Women didn’t do that unless they wanted someone to see it.

I lay back on the bed. Cameron climbed over me, instantly kissing me. Heat flushed through my body as his covered mine, and I wound my fingers in the soft fabric of his shirt.

It tugged up, and I kept pulling it until it was right under his arms. He paused kissing me long enough to yank it over his head and toss it to the side.

My fingers explored his body as he kissed me, running up and down the muscles that made up his stomach and his chest. They were everywhere, and I shivered a little in delight as he deepened the kiss.

Heat pulsed through my body. I wanted him so bad. I hadn’t realized just how badly until now.

As if he could read my mind, he moved. He was so careful not to knock my foot as his mouth trailed from mine, peppering kisses over my jaw and down onto my neck. Controlling my breathing was becoming harder and harder, and his lips brushed the tender, sensitive spot below my ear.

I gasped as he moved further, curving his hands into the straps of my dress and pulling it down my body. Thank God it was stretchy and easy for him to remove.

He pulled it off and threw it to the side. His eyes raked over my body, lingering on the black lace underwear set I’d put on. Moving back to me, he ran his hands up my legs, leaving goosebumps in his wake, and kissed me once more.