Law #2: Don't Play with a Player: A Sweet Office Romance Story (Laws of Love) by Agnes Canestri (i am reading a book TXT) 📗

through me. My fingers yearn to touch him, and my lips to taste more of him. It’s a potent sensation I’m entirely unfamiliar with, yet it seems so natural…so right. Its raw power clobbers my inexperience.

My hands snake behind his nape without hesitation, hauling him closer to me.

My fervor wrenches a moan from Devon, and his kiss becomes deeper and more demanding. He slides his arms behind my back in a hungry hello.

My soul does triumphant somersaults at the delicate trail of kisses he leaves on my neck as he moves up to nuzzle on my ear.

But despite the joy, there is also a flicker of fear.

Devon didn’t speak of love. Only of liking, arousal, and desire…

What if he’s only driven by sheer lust and nothing more?

Maybe this is just a regular make-out session for him, while it means everything to me.

The anxious thought tries to overpower my mind, but the bewitching energy that passes between Devon and me proves stronger. It forces my doubt back into a hidden corner where it can’t disturb me.

A yearning to surrender entirely to Devon’s sweet teasing blots out all my reason and I abandon myself to our mingling breaths.

I hope that wherever our kiss will lead me, I’ll be fine.

Chapter 41

(Devon)

My lips are probing Laia’s soft mouth, and her choppy breaths devour my will to resist her body’s sweet temptation. All my control flees, leaving only the madness of desire I feel for her.

I’m dazzled by the licks of electricity racing through my veins, but the warm glow that fills my chest is even more amazing.

Only, in this moment, do I understand how right my innocent Laia has been…and how wise.

I can surely testify now that, when you love a person, intimacy—be it only a kiss—becomes something indescribably profound.

As Laia’s skin brushes against mine, making me go mindless with an insatiable craving for her, it’s not only our bodies that explore each other but also our souls.

Which is a bone-tingling, heart-pumping, wanting-to-embrace-the-world kind of experience that I never dreamed existed.

My hands move up to her hair, tracing the fine line of her spine. I immerse my fingers in her black mane, massaging her scalp with my fingertips.

A hum of pleasure slips from her lips and, in a trice, all my cells vibrate with the manly desire to pin her against the wall and discover every secret inch on her neck, ear, and beyond.

But as much as I want to indulge my longing, I know it’s the moment to stop. If not, I’ll go too far and drag Laia with me.

I slowly pull back.

As her eyes flutter open and I take in her surprised glance, I almost curse myself for my chosen path.

“Why did you stop?” she asks with a timid but lustful voice that hints that maybe, just maybe, I could have gone a tad further with her if I had only tried.

But I didn’t want to.

Not this way. Not yet. I need to do this right with Laia.

I caress her lower lip with a thumb. “Believe me, if it were only my morals at stake, I would have scooped you up already and brought you to my hotel room. But it isn’t only about me, or what I want. I don’t want to rush you into anything.”

Laia’s cheeks become rosy, and she drops her gaze to the ground.

I love the adorable embarrassment that she fails to hide from me.

After the declaration of our mutual attraction—which is, of course, the understatement of the century concerning my feelings for her—she shouldn’t feel abashed by my comment.

Most of the women I used to date wouldn’t.

But the fact that Laia feels at unease makes her even more special in my eyes.

She raises her chin, her eyes traveling to mine. “And you don’t mind…you know that I won’t…?”

I sigh. “You want me to be honest with you?”

“Always,” she replies promptly.

“Then the answer is, I do. I do mind. Every fiber in my body is aching to have more of you. From the very moment you walked into my office for the interview, I guess. I just took a while to recognize and acknowledge my attraction.”

Laia’s eyes widen, and her lips move into a tiny circle.

“But,” I say and softly tap the tip of her nose, “one of the reasons I find you so bewitching is your character. I respect your strong values. I appreciate that you’re someone who wants to save herself for the person who will be the love of her life.” And I would like to be that person. I omit this thought from my discourse and add, “I know well the flesh’s yearning, and our chemistry is… what shall I call it? Mind blowing?”

A smile spreads on her face. “Well, that pretty much describes it from my side.”

Her cheeky comment does nothing but instigate my wish to capture her mouth again, but instead of giving in, I finish my discourse.

“Yes, from my side, too. I’m afraid I might not be able to stop if I get any more blinded by the heat of passion. And that’s not what I want.”

Laia draws in a deep breath as if she’s summoning her strength or courage. “And what is it you want? From me, I mean.”

I want you to love me the way I love you. 

“I want to…uhm, date you? I’d like you to see I’m more than just a player.”

Laia raises herself on her tiptoes and leans close to me. Her lips brush against mine as she whispers, “I already know you’re more than that. If not, I wouldn’t like you the way I do.”

She plants a feathery kiss on my mouth.

The tingles she leaves behind, and probably the unexpected boldness of her words and gesture, make me lightheaded, and I blurt out, “Laia, you’re the woman I always desired.”

Her eyes widen, and, in a second, her lips are back on mine.

The contours of the world blur around us and I give in to the joy of having her breath uniting with mine.

When she moves back, she grins at me. “I’m sorry. I