that, but she didn't question his
statement. Despite their lunch conversation, and her rioting emotions, she
hadn't really learned much about him on a personal level. His reticence
intrigued her. She didn't think he was trying to be deliberately mysterious,
more that he was a little shy, or maybe just careful with his confidences. That
was okay. She'd enjoy digging beneath the surface over time.
Allison gestured to her siren-red late-model BMW. "This
is me. Thanks again for lunch."
Playing it cool, she unlocked the car and reached to open
the door. His eyes intent on hers, Ben placed his fingers on her wrist, holding
her in place the way she'd hoped he would. The skin-to-skin touch, even on such
a small scale, seared her like a brand.
He shifted closer to her slowly, stopping just short of
pressing his powerful body against her own. Subtle scents, masculine
flavors—heady enticements—hovered at the edge of her awareness,
beckoning her closer. The space between them throbbed with pent up desires and
the urge to tip forward, to complete the full-body contact, whistled along her
spine. Every tiny hair on her body stood straight up, electrified and yearning
toward him. Could he feel her trembling?
So much rode on a first kiss. Soft and sweet, wild and
hard—either way, they would learn something about each other with the
first touch of their lips.
With one hand, Ben cupped her cheek. The warm slide of his
palm, just a little rough, was a seductive caress against her skin. Resting his
other hand oh-so-lightly atop her shoulder, he lowered his mouth to within a
whisper of her lips. Her lids fluttered closed, and her breath caught. Every
nerve in her body sparked with tension, begged for his heat.
Waiting. Weakening. Wild with wanting.
Cravings shimmered in her blood, and the suspense built,
until finally, finally, he pressed his mouth to hers. She moaned against him,
the desire that had been teasing her body with delicious little licks all
through their date shooting suddenly to full boil.
Oh, God, yes.
Certainty flared, beyond all reason. Mine-mine-mine hummed inside her head. Taken over by the kiss, by
sensation, she forgot to weigh and measure, to compare to other first kisses
she'd received. There was no comparison, no scale. With the first brush of his
mouth, the memories of every other kiss in her life vanished in puffs of smoke.
There was only this moment. This kiss.
This man.
Strong, lean fingers flexed against her shoulder, raising
goose bumps up and down her body. But before she could throw her arms around
him and haul herself against his hard, muscular frame, fitting herself against
him the way she desperately needed, Ben's wide palms skated down her arms. He
drew her hands together between their bodies, holding her still. The brush of
his knuckles against her belly speared electric shocks through the soft weave
of her sweater and sent melting heat sliding over her limbs, weakening her
knees.
He kissed lightly at the corner of her mouth, the firm, hot
pressure of his lips making her shiver, then retreated. It took her a moment to
force her eyes open to stare into the smoldering green of his hooded gaze.
"I'll call you," he whispered. Dropping another
quick kiss upon her open mouth, he gave her hands a gentle squeeze, then turned
and walked away.
Knees shaking, Allison leaned against her car, thankful for
its support at her back. Dazed, she watched him stride down the row of
multi-colored vehicles glinting dully beneath the overcast sky.
Pressing the back of her hand against her shaking mouth, the
flavor of him still teasing her tongue, she battled back the flooding lust.
She'd barely gotten started before he broke it off, leaving her in a needy,
tingly mess of arousal.
Damn it.
Trying to shake off the sensual spell, Allison pinched her
left thigh. Hard.
At least he'd answered one question. The man could kiss.
Innumerable images, men from her past, swam through her consciousness, but not
one had
statement. Despite their lunch conversation, and her rioting emotions, she
hadn't really learned much about him on a personal level. His reticence
intrigued her. She didn't think he was trying to be deliberately mysterious,
more that he was a little shy, or maybe just careful with his confidences. That
was okay. She'd enjoy digging beneath the surface over time.
Allison gestured to her siren-red late-model BMW. "This
is me. Thanks again for lunch."
Playing it cool, she unlocked the car and reached to open
the door. His eyes intent on hers, Ben placed his fingers on her wrist, holding
her in place the way she'd hoped he would. The skin-to-skin touch, even on such
a small scale, seared her like a brand.
He shifted closer to her slowly, stopping just short of
pressing his powerful body against her own. Subtle scents, masculine
flavors—heady enticements—hovered at the edge of her awareness,
beckoning her closer. The space between them throbbed with pent up desires and
the urge to tip forward, to complete the full-body contact, whistled along her
spine. Every tiny hair on her body stood straight up, electrified and yearning
toward him. Could he feel her trembling?
So much rode on a first kiss. Soft and sweet, wild and
hard—either way, they would learn something about each other with the
first touch of their lips.
With one hand, Ben cupped her cheek. The warm slide of his
palm, just a little rough, was a seductive caress against her skin. Resting his
other hand oh-so-lightly atop her shoulder, he lowered his mouth to within a
whisper of her lips. Her lids fluttered closed, and her breath caught. Every
nerve in her body sparked with tension, begged for his heat.
Waiting. Weakening. Wild with wanting.
Cravings shimmered in her blood, and the suspense built,
until finally, finally, he pressed his mouth to hers. She moaned against him,
the desire that had been teasing her body with delicious little licks all
through their date shooting suddenly to full boil.
Oh, God, yes.
Certainty flared, beyond all reason. Mine-mine-mine hummed inside her head. Taken over by the kiss, by
sensation, she forgot to weigh and measure, to compare to other first kisses
she'd received. There was no comparison, no scale. With the first brush of his
mouth, the memories of every other kiss in her life vanished in puffs of smoke.
There was only this moment. This kiss.
This man.
Strong, lean fingers flexed against her shoulder, raising
goose bumps up and down her body. But before she could throw her arms around
him and haul herself against his hard, muscular frame, fitting herself against
him the way she desperately needed, Ben's wide palms skated down her arms. He
drew her hands together between their bodies, holding her still. The brush of
his knuckles against her belly speared electric shocks through the soft weave
of her sweater and sent melting heat sliding over her limbs, weakening her
knees.
He kissed lightly at the corner of her mouth, the firm, hot
pressure of his lips making her shiver, then retreated. It took her a moment to
force her eyes open to stare into the smoldering green of his hooded gaze.
"I'll call you," he whispered. Dropping another
quick kiss upon her open mouth, he gave her hands a gentle squeeze, then turned
and walked away.
Knees shaking, Allison leaned against her car, thankful for
its support at her back. Dazed, she watched him stride down the row of
multi-colored vehicles glinting dully beneath the overcast sky.
Pressing the back of her hand against her shaking mouth, the
flavor of him still teasing her tongue, she battled back the flooding lust.
She'd barely gotten started before he broke it off, leaving her in a needy,
tingly mess of arousal.
Damn it.
Trying to shake off the sensual spell, Allison pinched her
left thigh. Hard.
At least he'd answered one question. The man could kiss.
Innumerable images, men from her past, swam through her consciousness, but not
one had
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