Page 114 of Wicked Angel
Now I was… confused.
Seeing my family’s reactions to us together… they all seemed to think there was something between us. Something more than we were letting on.
So did Flynn.
And now I found myself wanting to know, badly, what Johnny thought about all of it. What he thought ofme.
It sucked.
When we reached the door, I turned to him, resolved to say a professionalgood nightandthank you. I met his eyes, that deep aquamarine-blue looking extra dark as his gaze drifted down to my lips.
“Well, good night. Thank you for accompanying me to dinner.” I sounded nervous, even to myself, and not at all professional and composed. “I hope it was helpful. I think you did well.” Was it my imagination, or was he drifting closer to me? “You got along well with my dad. I mean, everyone gets along with my dad. He’s in sales. It’s kind of his thing.” Was I drifting closer to him? “But he liked you. I could tell. Which means you either put on a great act or you’re really coming around. You know, when you learn to listen to people instead of—”
His lips met mine and for a long, breathless moment, we fused together in a molten hot kiss that felt like it lifted me right off the ground.
Oh,shit.
I wasn’t even sure who instigated it. It just… happened.
When our lips dragged apart and I sucked on his bottom lip a little harder than necessary, I felt the warm, tender inside like wet, silky heaven, and my pussy throbbed.
I sucked in a shaky breath.
His eyes, darker than an inky night sky now, burned down on me in silence, his face still so close to mine.
Neither of us backed away.
I’d tried to avoid getting involved with him, I really did. I wasn’t trying to date him. Or fuck him.
But when our lips touched just now… I just wanted it too badly.
Because I was weak. Weak when it came to my own lustful responses to certain men. At least I knew this about myself. Everything in me screamedyes, except that small part of me that feared the outcome of getting involved with Johnny O’Reilly…
Pain.
Most of my parts, very insistent parts, were telling me that there was nothing that would help me move on from my breakup with Flynn like the all-consuming intensity of a hot and heavy fling with a man like the one standing in front of me. That maybe it was time for a passionate, nonsensical affair with someone who made my toes curl without even touching me, like Johnny was doing right now.
Then his hand touched the side of my face and my brain melted into a glob of throbbing mush, like all the rest of my vital organs. “Uh…” I breathed, as he smoothed my hair back from my cheek with his thumb, sending a tide of shivers through my body, one cascading over the other.
Holy. Christ.
This was way better than the first time he kissed me.
It wasworse.
Because I had no real reason to stop him this time.
Shayla… Shayla would get over it, right? And so would my sister.
I could not think rationally right now, and I knew it. But I wanted this. Desperately.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “Were you trying to make a point?”
“Uh, yeah. I was. I was rambling, I know.” I could feel my face heating as he brushed his thumb gently back and forth over my cheek, the warmth of his hand lightly cupping my jaw.
“Please. Go on.”
“Uh… I can’t remember. Manners. You had good manners tonight,” I managed to force out.
