Every thwarted sexual impulse and smothered tingle of desire raged in her nerve endings, demanding more and then some. If she could think straight, she would remind Holden that morning afters were awkward, and even more so when the person you’d shagged was staring at you from across the debriefing room. But who could counter with reason when there was a tongue in your mouth, twisting your resolve into a tiny, minuscule pretzel?“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that. I’ve missed you, Jane,” Holden said in a husky murmur against her lips. He grabbed her hand and pulled her from the chair, spinning her around so her backside was pressed firmly against his groin. “Feel that?” His hardened erection ground against her behind, stealing her breath. “That’s what you do to me no matter how much I try to forget.” His hand reached around to cup her through her jeans, and she squirmed as heat flooded her body at his possessive touch.“This is probably a bad idea,” she felt obligated to say, even as she bit her lip and held back a cry when he moved the heel of his hand against her.
