Not to mention, destroy the bond I had with Bull.
I knew I had to face the consequences of the night before. Of kissing her.
And loving it.
So, as I rode home, I thought about what to say to her. She wanted more. She wanted me to touch her. To kiss her. To make her moan. And I was hard at the thought. But I would let her down gently. Tell her it couldn’t go any further. That I was too old for her. That it was a mistake, and we should pretend it never happened.
She was a smart girl. She would see the sense in my argument. And she would agree with me because, by now, she was probably already questioning why she’d even let me kiss her in the first place.
Yet the moment I walked in the front door and found her standing at the kitchen counter making coffee, the points that had seemed so clear in my head as I had ridden home, vanished like a puff of smoke.
One look at her and the world fell away.
I paused in the doorway and looked at her across the room. Our eyes locked and I could see the emotion ripple through her expression. Hope. Expectation.
But she knew what was coming because it was written all over my face.
Slowly, her expression fell. “You’re going to tell me it was a mistake, aren’t you?”
I saw her shoulders drop and I let out the deep breath I had been holding. “You know it was.”
She pressed her palms against the countertop and looked away for a moment before fixing her gaze to mine. “You don’t believe that.”
She didn’t give me a chance to reply. Instead, she closed the distance between us.
“Chastity…” My voice was coarse, my throat dry. But she didn’t stop. When she reached me she rose up on her tiptoes, and without a word, pressed her lips to mine.
I couldn’t deny it anymore. All I wanted was to kiss her. To lose hours tasting those sweet lips. To sink my cock into her, right to the hilt, and thrust into her luscious body until we were both panting and damp with sweat, and trembling with ecstasy.
Instead, I closed my eyes and took a breath before gently pushing her away.
She deserved more than this.
Hating myself, I ran a hand through my hair.
“Please don’t push me away,” she pleaded, hurt. She was trying hard to hold back her tears.
Fuck.
In all the years I’d known her, I’d never seen her cry. Even when that bag of dicks, Joey, broke up with her via text message.
Guilt rattled through me.
Because I didn’t want to be the one to make her cry.
And because I was aching to kiss away her pain.
Before I could stop myself, I took her face in my hands.
Tears glittered in her long lashes as she looked up at me.
“Please don’t cry, angel,” I begged, pressing my forehead to hers. “I can’t stand seeing you cry.”
She softened against me. “Why won’t you let this happen?”
“Because I’m not for you,” I whispered.
“But you could be.”
Her lips were close. Too close. With a slight tilt of my head I could brush them with mine and capture her mouth in a deep, lingering kiss. Overwhelmed by the urge, I swallowed thickly and closed my eyes against the thought, despite every fiber of my being begging me to give in and do it.
To take her face in my hands and kiss her until we were both breathless.
To kiss the smooth flesh of her throat, all the way down to her breasts.
To touch her.
To peel her clothes away from her and spend the next week worshipping her beautiful body in my bed.
“Angel—” I breathed the word, but she cut me off with her sweet lips. And before I knew it, her mouth was on me again, her tongue tangled with mine in a tantalizing dance.
A groan escaped me. There was only so much a man could take. I’d wanted her for too long. Fought the urge for what seemed like a lifetime. But I was no match for the temptation of her mouth moving sensually over mine.
In one maddening moment, I gave in, cupping her face in my hands and kissing her fiercely. I walked her backwards and pinned her to the wall, my body reacting to the sweet touch of her lips and the way she was kissing me back. She murmured and it was like music to my ears, luring me away from what I should be doing, and tempting me with everything that I shouldn’t.
The kiss deepened and she softened in my arms, her lips and tongue driving me wild. I couldn’t stop now. Hell, a fucking freight train couldn’t stop this now.
I lifted her up into my arms and carried her to my bed. Gently lying her down, I crawled over her and nestled between her legs. When she felt the ridge of my cock pressing against her jeans, she moaned with desperation. She wrapped her long legs around my hips and began to grind against me, her little murmurs making me crazy.