Reserved for You
Dizziness swirled through Paul and he lifted his mouth for an instant, long enough for a quick, desperate breath before dipping back to sip from Jemma again. A taste, one more, another—then she tore away, thrust away, threw his hands down. She pressed against the far wall, staring at him with her unearthly blue eyes. Her breasts heaved under her black t-shirt. A flush shaded the hollow of her throat.
His palms tingled from the silk of her skin, her tang lingered on his tongue. Need for her simmered in his veins.
She stared at him, one hand held to her mouth. He should say something. Apologize. Apologize? What the hell for?
“Are you trying to get me fired?” Her voice came out squeaky, panicked.
Oh, right. She wasn’t allowed to associate with him. “Of course not.” That kiss was well over the line, but he didn’t regret it, not one bit.
“Then what was that?” Her hand flailed between them.
“I kissed you.”
“I know that!” Her eyes flashed. “Why?”
“I wanted to.” He rolled tense shoulders. His breathing eased as his pulse steadied and he resisted the impulse to hold her hard against him, nestle her to his body. She’d probably slap him. “I have to tell you, Jemma. You are much more fascinating than any of the women on the show.”
“I’m not a contestant!” Red brightened the tip of her nose. “You can’t pick me. You have to pick one of the contestants.”
“I’ll pick who I want.” And I pick you. He didn’t dare say it out loud.
“Stay away from me.” She edged past him, grasped the door handle. “Just stay away from me.” She fled.
His palms tingled from the silk of her skin, her tang lingered on his tongue. Need for her simmered in his veins.
She stared at him, one hand held to her mouth. He should say something. Apologize. Apologize? What the hell for?
“Are you trying to get me fired?” Her voice came out squeaky, panicked.
Oh, right. She wasn’t allowed to associate with him. “Of course not.” That kiss was well over the line, but he didn’t regret it, not one bit.
“Then what was that?” Her hand flailed between them.
“I kissed you.”
“I know that!” Her eyes flashed. “Why?”
“I wanted to.” He rolled tense shoulders. His breathing eased as his pulse steadied and he resisted the impulse to hold her hard against him, nestle her to his body. She’d probably slap him. “I have to tell you, Jemma. You are much more fascinating than any of the women on the show.”
“I’m not a contestant!” Red brightened the tip of her nose. “You can’t pick me. You have to pick one of the contestants.”
“I’ll pick who I want.” And I pick you. He didn’t dare say it out loud.
“Stay away from me.” She edged past him, grasped the door handle. “Just stay away from me.” She fled.