Trading with the Boys

Sure it was daring, but it was also fun. I shouldn’t have been surprised when his hands went to my hips. Cole pulled me in, spooning me from behind as his hands slid around and downward, his long fingers tickling the very tops of my thighs.

Holy shit.

There was a knot between his legs that should’ve settled against my ass. Because of our height difference, it ended up in the small of my back. It was no less full of heat and promise, though.

“Now this is dancing,” he growled into my ear. His face slid through my hair, ending up alongside mine. His arms tightened like two steel cables, trapping me against him.

My heart was suddenly pounding. My hands unconsciously settled over his, as my hips continued swaying to the music.

“Maybe this blows the whole employer/employee relationship,” Cole whispered, “but I’m going to tell you a little secret. Wanna hear it?”

I tried talking, but my mouth was so dry I couldn’t speak. All I could do was continue swaying to the music… and nod.

“You’re sexy as all hell,” Cole murmured directly into my ear. “And I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you.”

A shiver ran down the right side of my body, starting where his lips brushed my ear. Goosebumps followed, rippling upward along both arms.

“I’ve been watching you all day,” he continued. “I can’t stop thinking about this…” he flexed his fingertips, which were spread out dangerously low against the tops of my thighs. “Or this…” he added, grinding into my ass.

He spun me around, and suddenly we were face to face. His hands left my body and slid between us.

“Or this,” he finished, gently cupping my cheeks in both hands.

I was speechless. Dumbfounded. Mesmerized by the sound of his voice. His face floated forward, closing the distance between us until our foreheads actually touched.

“I have no apologies for it,” he murmured. “It’s just the way it is. And all night long, I’ve wanted to do this…”

His lips touched mine, and in that moment the dance floor melted away. Anything and everything else was gone, leaving only his heat, his longing. The fireworks of his jaw churning slowly as he held my face in his rough, workman’s hands.

Ohhhhh…

I felt myself go alive in his arms, as his tongue dragged its way slowly and sensually along mine. And then suddenly I was kissing him too. My lips parted and my head tilted and I whimpered softly into his mouth, while letting my hands slide past his hips to cradle the hard curve of his lower back… and daringly move lower, as the kiss went on.

But what about—

For a good ten seconds, I let my fingers roam. One hand clawed his ass, pulling him into me. The other slid upward to run my fingers through his hair, only there was no hair, and somehow that was one of the sexiest things about him.

You can’t just—

Eventually I pulled away, my conscious getting the better of me. I felt flushed with the guilt of conflicting thoughts. Thoughts that were battling with the nagging doubt as to whether or not I should feel guilt at all.

“You have a boyfriend, don’t you?”

The question came out softly, but with grave disappointment. Our foreheads were still together.

“No,” I said quickly. “I mean… well—”

“Sex kitten,” Cole smiled. “I saw the love note in your kitchen. At first I wasn’t sure, but—”

“It wasn’t a love note,” I protested. “Just something funny… from a friend.”

“Oh?”

“A friend who, well…”

“Ah,” he smiled. “That kind of friend.”

I sighed in exasperation, lowering my eyes. “It’s complicated.”