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There’s something pulling me toward this woman.
“Kimball,” I murmur softly, needing her to save me or put me out of my misery.
The smile she gives me is full of mischief and my heart starts beating so hard that I’m a little concerned. “I’d love for you to come over and hang out,” she almost purrs.
My dick jerks behind the fly of my jeans and I can feel pre-cum leaking from the tip. I should probably be embarrassed about how turned on I am right now, but I’m not.
It’s not even because it’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone. This is all her.
When I close the distance between us, I’m so close that her chest is almost brushing against mine. She takes a deep breath, and her tits pillow against me. A growl comes from the back of my throat before I can stop it.
“You sure, Kitten?”
Fuck. The way she sparkles.
Her brown eyes darken, and her pupils dilate. I’m pulled into the depths of her eyes and trapped. Honestly, I never want to be released.
“I’m sure,” she whispers.
“Good.”
Kimball shudders before taking a deep breath and sliding her eyes closed. It’s as if she needs a moment to get herself under control. I can’t say that I don’t understand.
I take a step back to make sure I don’t do anything I shouldn’t. Not only do I not want to rush her, but we’re still part way in the hallway where she works.
It’s clear how important her job is to her and I’m not going to do a damn thing to fuck that up.
When she opens her eyes, some of the heat has dissipated, but not all of it. Thankfully.
Knowing that she’s as into me as I’m into her has something primal inside of me sitting up and taking notice.
“I just need a few minutes to shut everything down and make sure everything is good before I can leave,” her voice is gentle.
Before I can stop myself, I lean forward and press a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be outside waiting in Grandpa’s truck. Take as much time as you need,” I murmur against her skin.
It takes all my willpower to pull away from her, my fingers sliding toward her wrist as I turn and walk away. I don’t look back. Not because I don’t want to, but because if I do then I won’t be able to leave.
CHAPTER 10
KIMBALL
Why the hell did I ask Nathan to come to my house and hang out? What was I thinking? How am I going to get through spending time with him and not jump the man like he’s a damn bronco and I’m a cowgirl?
Okay, maybe I should do that.
But the problem is that I know I wouldn’t be able to keep my feelings out of it. I’ve never been good at that kind of thing. I’m all in or I’m not and it’s just as simple as that.
There was just something about the way he was looking at me—with so much longing and yearning I could feel it from the top of my head to the tips of my toes—and I couldn’t ignore it. I tried.
I tried to stand strong and be a badass bitch with an ice encrusted heart. The thing is, I’m not that person.
Sure it might have taken a little bit of time, but he came to me, on his own, and put himself out there to be vulnerable and apologize to me. I believe it was even sincere. That must count for something in this world where far too many people refuse to acknowledge their faults, their reasoning, and the hurt they inflict on other people.
While there are people who might see what was driving hisbehavior as excuses, I don’t. Was his anger misplaced when it came to me? Absolutely.
The thing is, he didn’t know that at the time and his emotions were already heightened because he couldn’t reconcile what he was dealing with, in a very real situation, with his clients, and the ideal of his grandfather. Honestly, even though I had to endure his misplaced anger, the whole thing is kind of sweet.
I shake my head and chuckle at the thought as I log out of my computer and shut it down. The last few tasks I had to get done today will still be there tomorrow. They’re there every day.