Chapter twenty-eight

Nichole

I traced the rough stubble on his jaw with my fingers, my body resting on top of his. His hand wandered lazily through my hair before sliding down my back where his fingers traced the curve of my spine. I leaned in and kissed him, pulling him away from his thoughts.

"What's on your mind?" I asked, pulling back slightly.

"You," he murmured, his lips brushing mine before he lightly bit them. His tongue slipped into my mouth, urging me to deepen the kiss, and I responded eagerly, my own tongue meeting his.

"Seriously," I pressed, pulling back again.

"I am serious. I was thinking about you."

"What about?"

"Come back to the office. I need you there," he said, his voice low, desire lacing his words.

I smiled, teasing him. "Ah. You were thinking about work."

He smiled back, but there was an edge of something else in his expression. "No. I was thinking about how much I've missed you. How much I want you close, always."