which had been amazing . . . .
Tension mounted inside me, and an insistent voice inside me screamed kiss him . Kiss him . I leaned forward slightly, sliding my tongue over my bottom lip, trying to recall why this was a bad idea. I inhaled to calm myself, but got a whiff of that sweet marshmallow fudge bar instead. The temptation to taste him was overwhelming, embracing me like the most wicked kind of torture.
My head became fuzzy and my resolve began to dissipate.
“Give me the fudge.” I whispered the demand, as if pleading for mercy. My heart thudded in my chest. Maybe if I indulged in a little something sweet, my craving to taste him would go away.
The corner of his mouth curved upward. “I’d hoped you’d change your mind.”
But instead of placing the fudge bar on the palm I held out, he broke off a piece and held it to my mouth. I couldn’t resist anymore. Locking my gaze on his, I parted my lips, then drew the sugary fudge into my mouth.
Indescribable sweetness exploded against my tongue, reminding me of everything I’d loved in my youth. Running through the park. Thowing the tennis ball to my loveable pooch, Checkers. Jumping into my dad’s arms. Kissing Nate on the swing.
Our gaze held as he pushed the last of the fudge bite into my mouth. My tongue swiped the edge of his finger, causing more-than-friendly zings to zap my belly. Suddenly, my déjà vu turned into my déjà date, and I was ready to taste more than fudge.
“We can’t do this.” I whispered, but I couldn’t make my legs retreat.
“Sure we can.” Without taking his eyes off mine, he took my wine glass from me, setting it next to his on the edge of a planter box. Then he slipped his arms around me, pulled me close to him, and held me there. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve wanted to hold you since I left? Since before I left?”
A shiver ran through me. I couldn’t believe he’d had feelings for me when we were young. I’d been so in love with him. But that was I was fourteen, carefree, and never thought about the future. “This is not a good idea.”
“You’re right.” He bent toward me, brushing his mouth over mine, back and forth, until a small sound escaped me. “It’s a great idea.”
I couldn’t argue with that logic when his mouth captured mine, leaving me completely breathless but wanting more. He kissed me over and over, sending me spinning somewhere between the past and the present—in a déjà dream I couldn’t escape from even if I wanted to, which I didn’t.
My hands glided across his firm chest, over his shoulders, then I laced them through the back of his thick hair, pulling him closer. His tongue claimed mine repeatedly. He tasted of fudge and Nate, which was a perfect combination. I savored each kiss, never wanting them to end. Then a light breeze blew my hair back, snapping me out of my decadent haze.
I tasted him one more time before I pulled back, then fought to catch my breath as I stepped away. His hands immediately found mine, and he pulled me back to him. “Where do you think you’re going? I just found you again. I’m not going to let you escape.”
How was it possible that I was even more attracted to Nate after all of these years? Had to be hormones or something, because I wanted to carpe diem with Nate right here on the terrace. This was so not the distance I was supposed to be keeping.
“Thank you for dinner. But I really need to go home and work on my list.”
The corner of his mouth rose and he pressed his mouth to mine. “I thought we were working on number three.”
I took a deep breath to gather my strength, then I wriggled out of his arms. “I can’t date you, Nate.”
“Why not?” He frowned when I picked up my wine glass and strode toward the table, but he quickly caught up to me. “If I didn’t leave you breathless, I’m happy to try again.”
I tossed him a “don’t even think about it” look. “You plied me with marshmallow fudge bar, which
Tension mounted inside me, and an insistent voice inside me screamed kiss him . Kiss him . I leaned forward slightly, sliding my tongue over my bottom lip, trying to recall why this was a bad idea. I inhaled to calm myself, but got a whiff of that sweet marshmallow fudge bar instead. The temptation to taste him was overwhelming, embracing me like the most wicked kind of torture.
My head became fuzzy and my resolve began to dissipate.
“Give me the fudge.” I whispered the demand, as if pleading for mercy. My heart thudded in my chest. Maybe if I indulged in a little something sweet, my craving to taste him would go away.
The corner of his mouth curved upward. “I’d hoped you’d change your mind.”
But instead of placing the fudge bar on the palm I held out, he broke off a piece and held it to my mouth. I couldn’t resist anymore. Locking my gaze on his, I parted my lips, then drew the sugary fudge into my mouth.
Indescribable sweetness exploded against my tongue, reminding me of everything I’d loved in my youth. Running through the park. Thowing the tennis ball to my loveable pooch, Checkers. Jumping into my dad’s arms. Kissing Nate on the swing.
Our gaze held as he pushed the last of the fudge bite into my mouth. My tongue swiped the edge of his finger, causing more-than-friendly zings to zap my belly. Suddenly, my déjà vu turned into my déjà date, and I was ready to taste more than fudge.
“We can’t do this.” I whispered, but I couldn’t make my legs retreat.
“Sure we can.” Without taking his eyes off mine, he took my wine glass from me, setting it next to his on the edge of a planter box. Then he slipped his arms around me, pulled me close to him, and held me there. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve wanted to hold you since I left? Since before I left?”
A shiver ran through me. I couldn’t believe he’d had feelings for me when we were young. I’d been so in love with him. But that was I was fourteen, carefree, and never thought about the future. “This is not a good idea.”
“You’re right.” He bent toward me, brushing his mouth over mine, back and forth, until a small sound escaped me. “It’s a great idea.”
I couldn’t argue with that logic when his mouth captured mine, leaving me completely breathless but wanting more. He kissed me over and over, sending me spinning somewhere between the past and the present—in a déjà dream I couldn’t escape from even if I wanted to, which I didn’t.
My hands glided across his firm chest, over his shoulders, then I laced them through the back of his thick hair, pulling him closer. His tongue claimed mine repeatedly. He tasted of fudge and Nate, which was a perfect combination. I savored each kiss, never wanting them to end. Then a light breeze blew my hair back, snapping me out of my decadent haze.
I tasted him one more time before I pulled back, then fought to catch my breath as I stepped away. His hands immediately found mine, and he pulled me back to him. “Where do you think you’re going? I just found you again. I’m not going to let you escape.”
How was it possible that I was even more attracted to Nate after all of these years? Had to be hormones or something, because I wanted to carpe diem with Nate right here on the terrace. This was so not the distance I was supposed to be keeping.
“Thank you for dinner. But I really need to go home and work on my list.”
The corner of his mouth rose and he pressed his mouth to mine. “I thought we were working on number three.”
I took a deep breath to gather my strength, then I wriggled out of his arms. “I can’t date you, Nate.”
“Why not?” He frowned when I picked up my wine glass and strode toward the table, but he quickly caught up to me. “If I didn’t leave you breathless, I’m happy to try again.”
I tossed him a “don’t even think about it” look. “You plied me with marshmallow fudge bar, which
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