Draco (Coded for Love 2)

Opening her lips to receive his kiss, she gave herself over to the experience. Her eyes closed, her body melting in submission.

Moments later, she was leaning back over the cushions on the sofa, and he was over her. She felt his hand stroke down her side and instinctively her hand went to his chest, pressed into the narrow gap between them. The feeling of the hard muscle beneath his shirt made her moan into his mouth, the kiss enduring as they explored each other. The rub of his stubble on her skin, the manly scent of his after shave, all of it invaded her, making it both delicious and dangerous. Desire swelled inside her, a powerful determined force, removing the need for thought before actions.

Her hands moved and for the first time she felt the mass of his muscled torso through his clothing. Built and solid, the feel of him was a hundred times more intoxicating than the sights that had turned her inside out in the tailors. The totality of his strength and maleness enveloped her. Strong and passionate, his kiss claimed her. Her lips parted and melted beneath his touch. Heated sensations flowed throughout her entire body. Hungering for more she coiled her arms around his neck. A pleasured moan escaped her. Draco moved to place a kiss against the soft skin of her throat. She blinked, startled by what was happening.

The solid pressure of his growing erection at the juncture of her thighs made reality hit home. It was so tempting to continue, to explore and discover, but her mind had reengaged. What the hell am I doing, she thought frantically. He had her flat on her back, and the weight of his hips pressed against hers.

She glanced across the room at the glass table where the laptop computer screens had long since gone dark. That’s why they were here, so he could investigate.

But he didn’t let her breakaway so easily. His eyes were bright, but concern shone in them. Wrapping one strong hand around the back of her head, he looked deep into her eyes. “You okay?”

The tenderness she saw there was not only reassuring, it was seductive in a whole other way. How easy it would be to keep going, to let him in.

“Yes. I just suppose…I shouldn’t have...” Her voice trailed off when she realized she didn’t know quite what to say.

Draco eased away, freeing her. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

Lara tried to pull herself together. She was still sprawled on the sofa head, back over the cushions, one hand grasping the back of the sofa the other trailing down towards the floor, in a state of abandon, while he quickly moved to sit up again. He was even doing the decent thing and looking away. Realizing she must look like a startled rabbit, she sat up.

He reached to the coffee table for his phone, but put it back down with scarcely a glance and looked back at her.

She wasn’t safe to stay here on the sofa with him, obviously. It was her fault. She’d practically invited him to whisper sweet Welsh nothings in her ear, after all. Feeling like a total idiot, she shoved her feet into her shoes and pushed back the loosening strands of her hair. She felt annoyed at herself for succumbing, for what it might mean. Don’t mess up, don’t mess up, the mantra rang in her mind in panicked tone.

It was important she remain business like and looked the part. Tucking her shirt into her waistband, she reassured herself her office armor was in place. How had this happened? She busied herself looking just about everywhere in the room rather than directly at him, in case he was laughing at her.

“Hey, I’m sorry.” Again he reached out and took her hand. “I know it wasn’t what you had in mind when you hunted me down. I don’t think I’m wrong though, you wanted that as much as I did?

“Yes,” she whispered.

He moved his hands taking hers in his, and squeezed them.

“I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to, you know that?”

She nodded.

“You think I’m just some loser off the streets—”

“No, I don’t! I never thought that.”

He put a finger to her lips to silence her. “You’re right, you were right. I wasn’t using my skills for good purpose, sure. I was hanging around waiting for my stepbrother to get out of jail and I’d have got into more trouble if you hadn’t offered me a job.”

The moment was poignant and she didn’t want to mess it up. “If we don’t play this right, we could both be in big trouble.”

“Let me finish. I’m, attracted to you but you should know I’d never purposefully offend a woman or do anything she didn’t want.”

The sense of risk hanging between them was more than the work. It was about desire, and he’d said it aloud. She was glad. “I know, and I really like you Draco. I’ve enjoyed our day together.” She took a deep breath, longing to slide into his arms again, but fear for the next day nagging her to remain in control. “I ought to go anyway.”

He smiled gently. “You could stay. I’ll take the sofa.”

With a laugh, she shook her head. “No need. There are two bedrooms in this place.”

“Well then, perfect. We can head into the office together in the morning.”

“No! I mean, yes. I’ll pick you up in the morning.” She rose to her feet. “Reminds me, I need to call my dad tonight, warn him I’m bringing my buddy in as planned.”

“Buddy? I thought I was potential boyfriend material.” He gave her a quizzical glance. “As far as he’s concerned. Right…?” He winked at her.

She threw him a smile, relieved the awkward moment had passed. The attraction between them wasn’t going to go away, but they’d come to an understanding. She headed off, hunting for her phone. Once she found it she quickly called for a taxi before she changed her mind.