“You could always go visit them if you wanted to know. Then you wouldn’t have to come into my office and bother me.”
“Nah. I think I’d rather bother you.”
“What do you want from me, Reid?”
“I want you to admit that dating Beau is a terrible idea.”
“I thought you said... never mind,” she huffed. “Guess we will talk about it. It’s not a terrible idea. It’s my idea and I, unlike you, can live with the choices I’ve made.”
“Can you?” I paused, reaching out to brush my fingers down her arm. The trail of goosebumps that appeared had me curious as to if I could make them appear all over her body. “I can tell you from personal experience that some choices are impossible to live with.”
“Is that right?” she asked, skeptically.
“Sure is.” I nodded “Some choices damn near kill you and just when you think you can live with them, that you can finally stand to live with what you’ve done, you see something that knocks you right back down.”
“Well that’s your problem,” she said. Her eyes stared down at her desk and pushed a pen with her finger.
“It’s our problem, Nora,” I said. Her eyes darted to mine. “I know you still think about me.” She started to shake her head, but I kept pressing her. I pointed at the ribbon on the board. “I know you’ve thought about what it would be like if I came back.”
“Maybe I used to,” she reached up and tugged the ribbon from the board. The tack holding it in place fell to the floor. “Ancient history.” She held the ribbon out to me and when I didn’t take it she pressed it against my chest. “I’m over it.”
“No you’re not.” I trapped her hand underneath mine and stood to face her. “You feel my heart beating right now,” I said, moving her hand directly over my heart. “You feel how fast it’s racing. I bet yours is beating just as fast.”
“It’s not,” she assured me, but the second I stepped toward her and closed the feet between us, I moved my fingers to her wrist.
“I can feel it,” I told her, pressing her pulse point. “After all these years we still have an effect on each other.” I smiled and moved us until her back was resting against her office wall. Her lips parted as she sucked in a breath when I placed my free hand on the wall beside her. “I still make your heart race.” I leaned and brushed my lips just below her ear. “I still know what makes you tick. What turns you on.” A quiet moan broke from her lips. I released my hand from around her wrist and dropped it to the hem of her dress, dusting my fingertips up her thigh. The blood rushed to my dick and it pulsed against my zipper. “I still know what makes you wet,” I whispered into her ear, my lips grazing the tip of her ear lobe.
“Reid, please,” she pleaded.
“I know you want me to kiss you right now,” I said, rubbing my thumb over her bottom lip. It was taking a lot of willpower not to kiss her. She appeared to be exerting the same restraint. Her lips remaining still as she inhaled through her nose.