Page 30 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession
Then slowly, very slowly, a large hand covers my white-knuckled fist, which I didn’t realize was so tightly clenched on the counter. He coaxes my palm open, and his other hand lifts to cup my jaw, his thumb stroking over my tingling lips.
I feel completely surrounded by him, dwarfed by his size, my senses overwhelmed by his smell, his heat, and his hands on me. I’m drowning in him, every nerve ending feeling raw and hyperaware.
Without saying a single word, he’s woven a spell on me. His hand over mine tightens, his fingers weaving through mine. I gasp. It’s too much. Too intimate. Like he’s just thrust inside me.
Tendrils of panic coil inside me.
The moment his gaze falls on my lips again, I feel like I’m free-falling.
He’s going to kiss me.
My panic escalates. I desperately want his mouth on mine but I’m also terrified that if he kisses me, what I’m feeling will spiral out of control.
Suddenly, I snatch my hand away from his and bat his other hand away from my face. Ignoring the confusion on his face, Iswitch places and push him back, so he’s now the one trapped against the breakfast bar. I reach up to dig my fingers in his thick hair and roughly yank his head down to me while going up on my toes to crush my lips to his.
Only, he rears back as if I was a snake that suddenly uncoiled and leaped at him. My mouth lands somewhere on his jaw instead, and then he’s moving away from the breakfast bar and taking a few steps backward.
I move to follow him, but he holds his hands up to ward me off.
“It’s okay, Ethan,” I try to reassure him.
“Bonnie?” He whispers, looking at me strangely.
My heart is still pounding but I stop advancing on him.What the fuck am I doing?
“What just happened?”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
Aren’t you?The voice in my head taunts. I shake it off
“You were going to kiss me.” I say inanely.
Actually no, I tried to kiss you, and you swerved. Awesome.
I literally threw myself at Ethan Hawthorne, my boss, the one guy I can’t stand. All because he looked at me.
And he recoiled… in disgust?
“I’m sorry about that. It won’t happen again.” Ethan says in a flat tone. He looks like he wants to say more but instead drags his hand through his hair, pulling tight and huffing out a breath.
He’s sorry. Yep, regret is written all over him.
And I’m suffocating on my mortification. He’d invaded my personal space and I thought I read interest in his eyes.
Not just interest. Toe-curling, sheet-clawing sex.
But maybe I was wrong, after all, what do I know of those things? “No, I-I’m. sorry. I should go.”
I grab my juice and start to leave the kitchen.
“Bonnie, hold on. Are you okay?”He sounds concerned.
“Yeah, are you?” I toss the retort over my shoulder.
He only huffs a breath. “Sure.”
“Awesome.” I leave the kitchen. I refuse to process what just happened. I return to my office, shut down my computer, and leave on my motorbike. It’s not until I’m safely in my apartment, nursing a glass of wine that I let my thoughts go.