Page 8 of Forbidden Touch
Her face tightens. “But there’s a way to fix it, right?”
Tilting my head from side to side, I sigh. “Maybe. They can’t know everything, and I may not even have it. They’re running the tests now, and they’ll get back to me in 3-4 days. But meanwhile…” I begin, dread taking over my shoulders. “It could happen at any minute.”
“Oh, no.” Shaking her head, her curls sway and fall back over her shoulders like a shroud. Her eyes reflect worry. “I’m so sorry, Jonathan.”
I offer a tight smile. “It’s okay. I’ll take it as it comes. For now, I’ll experience as much life as I can, whether it’s good or bad. I want to live.”
She rests her hand on my arm. “That’s beautiful. And brave.”
Her touch sends warmth rolling through my body in waves. “I don’t know, but there’s one thing for sure.”
She lifts her posture, awaiting my response.
The warmth and arousal in me multiply. She comforts me and excites me at the same time. I focus on her. “I feel more alive today than I’ve ever felt. That kiss downstairs. It was flawless, and I’ve never met anyone like you.”
She smiles, and it turns into a small laugh. “Oh, you’ve never met a bitch like me?”
I laugh. “You’re a tough girl, yes. But you’re ambitious. That’s why you have all this.” I gesture around us. “You’re not waiting for a man to give you anything.”
“Uh, yeah,” she says, rocking back. “If I ever did that, my brothers would call me out and wring my neck.”
“That’s just it. Most women I meet are at my every beck and call, just in hopes they can marry me—not because they love me. It’s all for status and money. But you’re different.”
“I’ve had to pull my own weight. My father and his wife never treated me like a true Wolfe, but luckily, I have my brothers to watch over me.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You seem to handle yourself well enough without them.”
She smiles. “Hm. Thanks.”
I grow quiet as I close in on the space between us. “Makes me wonder what you’re looking for in a man.”
She twists her sultry mouth. “Who told you I was looking for a man?”
My mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
As her expression softens, her lips part. “I suppose a friend with benefits would be nice.”
My hand moves down the length of her slender waist. “We all have needs.”
Capturing her perfect lips more aggressively this time, my greedy tongue ravishes every corner of her mouth.
When we pause to breathe, Fiona Wolfe does something I never expected her to do. She pushes me against the wall and kisses me back. Hard.
Chapter 4
Fiona
Asmytonguetasteshim, cedarwood opens my nostrils and senses. I want more of him. I want his attention, his touch … all of it. Hot breaths warm my skin, spreading goosebumps across my arms and I shiver—not from cold, but from the exhilaration of his touch.
His hands move down my neck to my collarbone, where his fingertips trace the line. He presses kisses onto the bare skin, and when the strap of the dress becomes a hassle, he slips it down my arm.
The top of my red lace bra comes into full view, and he stops to examine my breasts before plunging his head into the puffy cleavage.
My eager fingers tangle and tug at his silken strands of hair, reveling in the softness and warmth they radiate. As he stands upright before me, his gaze never leaves mine.
A rush of heat courses through my veins.
Slowly and deliberately, he removes his tie, his movements precise and controlled. Each button of his shirt is undone with careful precision, revealing glimpses of toned muscles and tanned skin underneath.