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I can see the outline of every muscle in his shoulders through that sweater and it’s taking me back to Greece, to the Parish, seeing him meander down the sandy shore shirtless, that black circle tattoo only serving to enhance his tanned olive skin.
“I like your style,” I say.
It’s chilly but beautiful out here, slices of starry sky peeking through between the tall, shaggy treetops. I move toward him, a gust of wind whipping my ponytail as I go. “What are you doing out here?” I glance around, but don’t see any night shift guys. I’m sure they’re lurking in the woods like werewolves.
“We need to talk,” he says. “We’re getting dangerously close to crossing lines that shouldn’t be crossed.”
Heat flashes over my face. “Um…have we?” My voice rises too high at the end of the question. What about the neat little box I’ve put us in? Butt stuff and him getting me off with his belt…that doesn’t qualify as nothing per se, but have we crossed a line?
I don’t want to admit it if we have, or if we are getting close because if I’m being totally honest with myself...
I don’t want to stop.
He looks down at the ground. There’s the neck rub I could sense was coming. He’s doing it now, running his palm over the back of his neck. He always seems to perform this gesture when he’s unsure of something.
Or unsure of me.
His gaze slowly rises. Locking me in. “We’ve already done too much. And now I can feel it coming. And I can’t cross that line.”
What is the line? Sex? My pussy throbs, standing this close to him, knowing what he does to my body. “I know you’re more experienced than me, but I haven’t done anything I haven’t wanted to do.” I hold his gaze. “And I won’t. I know myself.”
“I know you do.” He says something now that surprises me. “I’m afraid of doing what you might want to do.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, knowing exactly what he means. Kitty is purring and drooling just picturing it. It’s not like I haven’t thought about how far I’d let him show me how things work in the bedroom. But I know I won’t go too far. Right?
But what is too far?
He gives me one of those stern looks that make me quiver. “You know what I mean.”
“Well, let’s clarify this line you’re talking about,” I say.
“Your father hired me to do a job. Employer/employee?—”
I interrupt. “Those lines seem to stay pretty blurry in this family.”
“You’re my boss’s daughter. My boss’s virgin?—”
“Stop.” I put a finger to his lips, making him stop with that embarrassingly private word. His mouth is soft and warm under my skin. “That’s my business, not yours.”
“Not quite.” He circles my waist with his strong arms, pulling me so close I catch his clean scent. The action leaves me breathless as I stare up at his face, the smooth angles and planes accentuated in the moonlight. “I’ve been hired to protect,” he says as one hand slips from my waist, his fingers dancing dangerously close to the fabric that covers my pussy. “Every aspect of your safety. And you can’t tell me that you’re not going to try to push those boundaries.”
Having him this close, his fingers right there, almost brushing up against me, teasing me, I can’t take it. “Touch me.” The words come out before I can stop them from forming, proving his point. “Please. Now.”
“See? This is what I brought you down here to warn you about.” As he says the words, he’s pushing himself up against me, the heat of his hardness resting against my inner thigh. “I can’t touch you.”
“You say you can’t,” I say, “but every time you get close to me, it’s the same thing. Isn’t it?” I look down at our pressed-together thighs.
“See what you do to me, princess? I can’t help it. I know I should stay away. Shouldn’t be tossing things at your window, asking you to come down to the woods in the dark of night, to warn you off. Just for us to end up like this.”
“You made me come down.”
“No one makes you do anything. You’ve made that clear.” He pushes his cock harder against me, leaving me aching and wet with need.
He strokes me over the sweatpants I wear, the thick material dulling my pleasure. Greedy, I grab his strong hand, taking it and pushing it past the elastic waist of my pants. At first his eyes widen, his mouth opening to protest, “Hey?—”
But I keep going, until his fingers are touching my pussy. Only then do I let go. He closes his eyes, resting his forehead on mine. “God. You feel amazing.”
I’ve never had anyone touch me here. It’s wonderful. Like the world is turning into stars and electric pulses, his finger leaves a trail of light and warmth and pure heaven everywhere it goes. I lean back, bending my knee to part my thighs further. “Yes. God. Yes.”
