Sealed with a Kiss - Leeanna Morgan (most interesting books to read TXT) 📗

got excited when I told her I was bringing someone. She thought Tanner was my boyfriend.”

“Was she disappointed when you told her he wasn’t?”

Rachel wasn’t sure whether her mom had been disappointed for the reasons John meant. “I’ve given up trying to understand my parents. I’ve taken a lot of boyfriends home and they’re used to seeing people pop in and out of my life.”

John’s face became wary. “You date a lot?”

“I used to.” Rachel sighed. “My mom told me I had no stickability. A couple of years ago I got engaged and Mom couldn’t have been happier. When I called the wedding off it just reinforced what she’d been telling me for years.”

“Why didn’t you get married?”

Rachel felt her face turn as hot as the fire in front of her. She didn’t like talking about the stupidest thing she’d ever done. As well as being embarrassing, it had made her feel like a leper in her own town.

“Rachel?”

“I’d rather not talk about it.” She could feel John’s gaze drilling into her, trying to figure out what could have been so bad.

“Are you sure?”

“You did a security check on me before I started working with Bella. That should have told you everything.”

John’s lips twitched. “It told me that you’re not bankrupt, that you have no criminal convictions, and that you took a year off full-time work. It didn’t tell me why you decided not to get married.”

“In case you’re wondering, I didn’t take time off work because of a broken heart. Dad had an accident and needed someone to look after him. He’s better now, which is why I’m going back to full-time teaching.”

“Glad to hear it.”

Rachel crossed her arms in front of her chest. “If I tell you, you can’t laugh or say anything weird. Most of the town know why I didn’t get married. They’ll be stunned if I ever find someone who wants to walk down the aisle with me.”

“It couldn’t have been that bad?”

“I drank too many cocktails at my bachelorette party and I kissed a total stranger. It turned out that the stranger was my fiancé’s cousin. Everything went downhill really fast from there.”

“You called your wedding off because you kissed another man?”

“It wasn’t just any man,” she muttered. “It was Jeremiah’s cousin. And it wasn’t just a peck on the lips. It was a full throttle, in your face, kind of kiss.”

John clamped his mouth together and didn’t say a word. The wind and rain lashed against the side of the house, the fire hissed and spat, and he still didn’t say anything.

“I think you’re the only person that hasn’t judged me.” Rachel rearranged the blanket around her shoulders and looked at John. “Everyone that heard the story was quick to take sides. It was either the luckiest escape I’d ever had or I’d turned into the biggest tease this side of the Rockies. No matter which way I looked at it, I was doomed.”

John’s lips twitched. “Doomed?”

“I stopped dating. I decided that my girlfriends were better company than men.”

“And now?”

“Now I date, but I’m more selective.” Rachel had a whole set of criteria that a man had to pass before anything got serious. She wasn’t making the same mistake twice.

“Wise move.”

“I think so. What about you?”

John cleared his throat. “Me?”

“Do you date?”

“Not much.”

“Oh.”

“That doesn’t mean that I’m not open to the possibility.”

Rachel blinked. She glanced quickly at John and blushed beet red when she saw him looking at her. All of the bad girl thoughts that she’d hidden away were starting to make a sneaky appearance.

John lifted his hand and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “If I were to date someone, she’d have to like Bella, have a good sense of humor, and not be worried about what I own.”

“There must be hundreds of women lining up to date you,” Rachel said a little breathlessly as John’s hand brushed the edge of her jaw.

“Maybe.”

A heat that had nothing to do with the fire rolled through her body. John was her employer. She had standards. High standards. Standards that didn’t involve jumping on top of her boss and kissing him senseless.

John’s hand rested lightly on her shoulder. “For a few minutes, do you want to pretend that we’re two normal people in front of a roaring fire in the middle of a snow storm?”

Rachel’s gaze slipped to John’s mouth and stayed there. “I’m not normal,” she whispered. “I have issues.”

John left his mug of hot chocolate on the floor, then took Rachel’s mug out of her hands. “So do I.”

“If I kiss you, it’s because I want to. Not because of how much money you have.”

“And if I kiss you back it’s because I want to, not because I feel sorry for you.”

Rachel started moving forward, then stopped. “You feel sorry for me?”

The grin on John’s face melted her heart. “You think your girlfriends are better company than a boyfriend. You just haven’t met the right man.”

His lips nudged her mouth, dissolving the words she was about to say. She pulled him forward, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him close.

His groan tore at something she’d buried a long time ago. Something so wonderful that she never thought she’d feel it again. It was a sense of belonging, a rightness to what was happening. It settled deep inside her, warmed her from the inside out.

John buried his hands in her hair and devoured her mouth with an urgency that left her wanting more. She pushed the blanket away and straddled his hips, making them both moan as their bodies connected through layers of denim and wool.

“Have to slow down.” He moaned as Rachel’s lips nibbled his neck.

His hands found their way under her sweater, teasing and caressing her skin until she couldn’t think straight. A tremor of need started in the center of her body. She’d never wanted anyone as much as she wanted John Fletcher.

That thought alone was enough to scare her senseless. She pulled her lips away from his mouth, slipped off his lap, and landed on the floor at his feet.

He looked down at her and frowned. “How did you get down there?”

“Gravity.” She took a deep breath and rested her head against his legs. “You were right.”

John’s hand stroked her hair. “About what?”

“Men.”

His hand stilled. “Is that a good thing?”

“A very good thing. But I need to go to bed before I get myself into more trouble. Bella and I have got a lot of things to do tomorrow.”

“You’re not going into town, are you?”

“This is the last time. We did some more baking for Pastor Steven and we’ve run out of craft supplies.” Rachel knelt in front of him and ran her fingertips over his frown. “We’ll be okay. Tank’s coming with us.”

John held her hands. “Be careful. Bella told me she’s getting bored, but she’s safer here than anywhere else.”

“I know.”

He leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. “I don’t want anything happening to you, either.”

She looked into his blue eyes. “Nothing will happen to Bella or me. I’ll call you as soon as we arrive at Pastor Steven’s home and when we leave Walmart. Tank knows what he’s doing. We won’t do anything stupid.” John nodded, but she could tell that he was still worried. “I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

She felt John’s gaze on her as she left the room. She didn’t look back, didn’t slow down. If she hesitated for one second she’d spoil a good working relationship. He was her boss, the father of her student.

The man she wanted to keep kissing until they were both quivering wrecks.