Page 139 of No Boss
The emotion in his eyes deepened, unwavering. “Because you are where I want to be.”
He lifted her chin, leaned in and stopped just short of her lips. Close enough that his breath brushed her lips.
He waited.
Her hands rose to his chest, palms pressing against him. His heartbeat raced under her fingers. Her grip tightened. She rose on her toes, closing the distance.
Their lips met.
Soft at first. Careful. A touch that tested and learned.
Her eyes closed.
His hand slipped into her hair, fingers moving through the strands, angling her face.
The kiss deepened.
Her breath hitched.
His lips moved against hers, exploring, learning what drew her closer, what made her answer.
Her fingers tightened against his chest, gripping his t-shirt, holding on while everything inside her rearranged itself.
“Mmmm…”
That sound…
His arm came around her waist, drawing her in until there was no space left, until she fit against him, until nothing else existed beyond this, beyond them.
He eased back just enough for breath, their lips brushing again.
Her breathing came uneven.
So did his.
He returned to her, slower now, each movement deliberate, claiming without words, yet taking only what she offered.
She offered more.
Her grip softened, then tightened again as she leaned into him, responding instinctively, matching him as if she had always known how.
Time blurred. Their first kiss stretched into something that felt both endless and too short.
When he pulled away, it came with reluctance. His forehead rested against hers. Their breaths tangled between them.
His thumb brushed over her lower lip.
“Soft.”
A whisper.
“Sweet.”
His eyes stayed on her mouth.
“Mine.”
Heat rushed through her, sudden and overwhelming. She hid against his chest, pressing her face there, unable to meet his eyes again.
