Back In The Bedroom (The Wrong Bed #29)(35)

She put him off-kilter. Perversely, she was glad and slid her arms around his neck. “Never?”

“Well…” He looked at her mouth.

And because she couldn’t help herself, she closed the gap and put her mouth to his.

A rough groan rumbled from deep in his chest. His hands slid up her arms to cup her head, which he held in place. As if she was going anywhere! As before, the very connection kick-started her pulse. His mouth was warm, firm and didn’t have to work at all to coax hers open. In less than two seconds, they were glued together, bodies straining, hands fighting for purchase. Tessa could hear the little whimpers for more coming from deep in her throat and, if he hadn’t let out a ragged groan and pressed her back against the wall for better leverage, she might have been horrified at herself at how far gone she was, but at least he was just as far gone.

When he finally pulled back, his breathing as ragged as hers, she put a hand to her fluttering belly and cleared her throat. “Was that work-related?”

He frowned and said, “What? No.”

“Just checking.” She tugged his head back to hers. “You see?” she whispered, her mouth a fraction of an inch from his. “It’s not all about work—”

“Tess—”

She kissed him again. And then again, before he took over. He had a thigh insinuated between hers and his hands were busy making her body hum when suddenly the elevator jerked and started moving.

It was over.

Feeling overcharged and sensitized, Tessa blinked when the doors opened on the fifth floor to reveal Reilly’s office just the way she’d seen it last.

Everything looked so…normal.

In a bit of a fog—no doubt, a sexual one—she stepped off and felt Reilly do the same behind her.

She turned and looked at him. Other than wearing his work-out clothes, he looked the same as always. In cool, tight control.

“What?” he asked.

Slowly she shook her head. Damn it, she’d broken her vow. She’d kissed him. And now her nipples were hard and achy, straining against her blouse. Between her legs she was hot and damp. One more touch, she thought, and she just might implode on contact.

And he was standing there as if nothing had happened.

If that didn’t put it all into perspective…. She forced herself to move as calmly as he did toward the front desk, and then pretended to bury herself in work.

And marveled at his ability to do it for real.





13




AS TESSA LEFT for work the next morning, her sister popped her head out of her door and made a big show of checking her watch. “Hmm.”

Tessa rolled her eyes. “Don’t start.”

“Your car is working again so I wonder why you’re leaving so early.” She eyed Tessa’s sleeveless purple blouse and cream skirt. “Let me guess, you’re wearing the purple lingerie today?”

“Maybe I’m not wearing any.”

Carolyn’s mouth fell open and Tessa laughed. “Don’t you have something else to do other than speculate on what I might or might not be wearing?”

“Sure. I can speculate on whether you might or might not get hurt. Who is this guy who’s making you glow? Eddie’s son? Reilly? I want to meet him. Rafe asked me about him, too.”

Because when Rafe had called Tessa the night before, she wouldn’t tell him anything either. “Nobody’s making me glow except for this chilly morning.” But she relented and kissed Carolyn. “Now, go have a good day, one that doesn’t include obsessing about my life.” She got to the carport and slid into her car. She patted the dashboard as she did every morning. “Good girl,” she coaxed and turned the key.

Nothing.

This was not happening. She shook her head and tried again. And then again, and finally had to concede she needed a new car. A new used car.

As was becoming routine by now, she took the bus, glancing at her watch every three seconds. She was still plenty early, and if she ran the block from the bus stop to the office…

Reilly was on a different treadmill this morning, looking long and hard and sleek and damp. Tessa sagged back against the wall, breathless from both the run and the view.

“Can I help you?” asked a woman dressed in white work-out shorts and a green polo shirt emblazoned with the logo of the gym.

Tessa jumped and straightened. “Um…no. Thanks.” Guiltily, she got back on the elevator and fanned her face all the way up to the fifth floor.

Reilly came in shortly after, carrying a duffle bag that she knew held his clothes for the day, clothes he’d change into after his shower. And though he greeted her before he headed toward his office, he looked awfully tense for someone who’d just worked out. She waited a little while—imagining him in the hot water all wet and sleek and soapy—before she brought him some files she knew he needed.

“Thanks,” he said and didn’t look at her.

She moved to the door, then stalled. “Are you okay?”

“Sure.” He was using his adding machine, his fingers racing over the keys.

So much for stalling. Still, she tried one more time. “Where’s Cheri?”

“She’s defected. She’s helping out Eddie.”

“And how is your father? Any more trouble?”