Paul disappeared down to Devon with Mr. Collins for most of the week. It was a blessing in disguise because it left me to clear my head without his presence sending my hormones into overdrive. I couldn’t deny I craved his touch, his mouth on mine, his hands roaming over my body. Just the mere thought of him had me in hot flushes.
Ash spent most of the week convincing me to pick up where we left off. My heart and head were in a constant tug of war, which was frustrating enough without him trying to nudge me in one direction.
I decided over lunch with Molly to ask for her opinion.
“Do you remember what it was like before you met Chris?”
“Yeah, course I do.”
“Did you feel bad about your history when you met him?”
She giggled. “You mean all the guys I’ve been with?”
I nodded, smirking.
“No. I had to have a life before him. It’s not like he’s a virgin either.”
“Do you ever miss it? Your life before him?”
She shook her head. “I don’t need to miss anything. That was just amusement, fun, whilst I waited for the right guy.”
I smiled, nodding. Her words made sense.
“Why do you ask?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. I just know that this thing with Paul isn’t going to go anywhere and I don’t know whether to cut it off now or carry on until I meet the right guy.”
She squealed in excitement. “Are you thinking about settling down?”
“Eventually, yes. But I don’t want to get all caught up with Paul only to be knocked back when I have to end it for someone else.”
“Maybe he’ll change his mind. You never know.”
“Not likely. Trust me.”
“Well.” She reached across, gripping my forearm in excitement. “Chris has a younger brother who is single. He is lurvly. You will love him!”
I rolled my eyes. “Molly, seriously!”
“Trust me, you will love him. He’s gorgeous, charming, funny, a true gent, and he’s loaded. You get the whole package you get with Paul except he wants commitment so he’s better.”
I laughed. “And probably got a micro penis.”
She spluttered on her drink as I said it. “If Chris is anything to go by, then definitely not.”
“TMI, Molly. TMI!”
Grinning, she continued on. “Well, he’s back from America in the next couple of weeks so maybe you can happen to come by the house when he’s back.”
“We’ll see.”
***
By the time Friday arrived, I was still tussling with myself, no definitive answer to give to Paul when he returned this morning. Both Ash and Molly seemed to have the opinion that having fun whilst waiting for Mr. Right was fine. Molly didn’t know the full story behind it all, though, and I was worried about being sucked into the whole thing. Ash seemed to think it was some sort of adventure and I would be a fool to pass up the opportunity.
I decided I would just go with the flow. Whatever scenario arose with Paul, I would just deal with it at the time. I didn’t want to prepare for one thing and something else happen instead. He walked in just after nine o’clock, flashing me a dazzling smile before he went to his office.
My heart started thudding the second I saw him. I began to wonder whether this was something I had to get out of my system so I could consider meeting Mr. Right. If I cut it off now, I would always be having these reactions to him. I couldn’t be with someone else if I kept feeling things like this for him. It would be wrong and wouldn’t sit right with me.
I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t even register him staring at me from his open doorway until he spoke.
“You coming?”
I looked up in surprise at hearing his voice and those words. What they meant in my head with my current train of thought meant the complete opposite to what he intended.
“Sorry?”
His eyes held a mischievous glow. “We need to talk. You’ve not spoken to me all week. I think we need to settle this, don’t we?”
I blushed and nodded. I took a deep breath and stood up, smoothing out my clothes before making my way towards the delicious specimen of a man before me.
He didn’t move from the doorway, only turning slightly so I could get inside. I brushed his body as I walked past. It was impossible not to do so. I knew he’d done it on purpose.
I turned around to face him as he closed the door and snapped the blinds shut.
“So, how many women did you find in Devon?”
He grinned. “Anyone would think you were jealous, Kyra.”
I snorted. “Jealous of what exactly?”
He closed the gap between us with a couple of steps. “Let’s face it, you can’t resist me. You don’t want to admit it but you want to give in, don’t you?”
I scanned over his handsome face. My heart was already picking up speed, my chest tightening. “You’re very cocky.”
He winked. “You would know…”
I narrowed my eyes as I began to think of what he was hiding underneath those perfectly fitted clothes. This was his intention all along, and I hated to be giving in to him—mentally, not physically.
As I raged an internal battle with myself, he brought his hand to my arm. His eyes met mine as he traced it across my skin, leaving a trail of shivers in its wake.
I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the surges of tingles his singular touch sent through me. Before I knew what was happening, his soft lips were on my neck. He left a trail of gentle kisses across my skin before his hands picked at my blouse, easing each button from its home. His mouth continued to induce me into a sensual filled world as he made his way further down my chest.
His hands wound their way around my back and he stepped us backwards. I met the cool surface of the wall just when the last of my buttons popped undone. My breaths came in short, shallow rasps as he peeled my bra from me. I opened my eyes to meet his own dancing with lust and desire. He inched kisses across my exposed chest, tickling me with his tongue. Fierce shudders shot straight between my legs and I had to bite my lip to contain my moans of joy.
His attention wandered to my pencil skirt, unzipping it in less than a second. My mind begged him to delve inside my underwear. I needed to feel him, skin to skin. His fingers stroking my sensitive spots would be all I needed to melt into a pool at his feet.
His luscious lips began to work their way further south as he inched my lacy thong down my legs. I began trembling in expectation of where his delightful mouth was now heading. My hands found his silky hair, running through it when a groan escaped me. He eased my underwear over my feet. Parting my legs with his hands, his lips placed delicate kisses at the top of my thighs.
His touch left my body for a few seconds, leaving me a quivering mess in front of him. When his mouth clamped down over my tingling sweet spot, my knees buckled. Drawing mind numbing patterns over me with his tongue, it didn’t take long for me to submit to him. His strong arms caught me when my legs finally gave way. He held me up as he searched my eyes for a few seconds before kissing my throbbing spot with a grin.
I opened my eyes in a haze of stars, my head still spinning. I think he’d just clarified which direction this was going to go.