and move to her waist, the other hand reached up behind her head. Though they were almost the same height, he took pleasure in tilting her head back. It gave him greater access to explore her sensuous mouth. Her hands were on his waist. She wasn't pushing him away.
A moan escaped her lips as he tilted her head back even further and trailed a path down her neck. Her scent was familiar and teased images that he couldn ’ t quite place.
He broke the kiss and looked at her. She was looking at him, her eyes heavy with emotions. There was no scorn. His scar was not veiled behind make up. The damaged piece of flesh that had caused so many other s to turn away did not seem to bother her.
“I want you,” he said.
She did not respond immediately.
His lips brushed against hers lightly.
“I could break all the rules for you,” he whispered.
"Let's not do that," she said
"Somehow I don't think you ’ d protest much if I did , " he said wryly.
"Are you implying that I don't have my rules?"
"Oh , I'm sure you have rules."
"Right now my rules are telling me it ’ s time to go home."
"You leaving will be the only reason I'll feel lonely tonight."
"I hear cold showers work wonders ."
"That's a temporary fix."
"I should go."
His lips brushed against hers before he kissed her on her forehead.
"Can we meet for dinner on Friday?"
"If you promise to play nice," she said.
"I'll try."
Chapter 6
"You made up," Nancy said walking into Willow's office on Friday afternoon.
"What makes you think I made up with anyone," Willow replied without looking away from her computer.
"This."
Willow looked up. Her friend was holding a small neat red bag.
"That could be from anyone."
Willow took the small gift bag from her friend. She pulled out a six by six box from the bag, along with a small card. She put the box on the table and looked at the card.
It read ; I want you to know I still know how to romance and have every intention of romancing you. There is a slight change in my schedule. I am afraid I cannot make our dinner arrangements for this evening. Accept this gift as a tiny token of how I will make this up to you. Still waiting for a reply - J .
"Open the box." Nancy was dancing on one leg.
"Perhaps it's for you," Willow said. "You ’ re awfully excited."
"I ’ m so glad you ’ re dating again. I was beginning to think you were going to die an old maid. It's been over seven months since you broke up with David."
"I am glad at least one of us is counting," Willow said as she pulled the bow on the box.
Nancy and Willow had been friends since they first met at Cambridge University. Nancy was the grounded one who ’d completed her Bachelors and Masters degrees in the time it had taken Willow to finally settle and complete her Bachelors’ degree. Willow spent a year in pre-med. Then she spent another in pre-law and yet another in political science before deciding to settle on photography and marketing.
Now she watched as her friend snatched up the card.
“This is expensive stationary,” Nancy said. “Did you meet some oil tycoon?”
“No.”
“Who is he?”
“None of your business,” Willow said.
“Oh, he’s married,” Nancy said. “That ’s got
A moan escaped her lips as he tilted her head back even further and trailed a path down her neck. Her scent was familiar and teased images that he couldn ’ t quite place.
He broke the kiss and looked at her. She was looking at him, her eyes heavy with emotions. There was no scorn. His scar was not veiled behind make up. The damaged piece of flesh that had caused so many other s to turn away did not seem to bother her.
“I want you,” he said.
She did not respond immediately.
His lips brushed against hers lightly.
“I could break all the rules for you,” he whispered.
"Let's not do that," she said
"Somehow I don't think you ’ d protest much if I did , " he said wryly.
"Are you implying that I don't have my rules?"
"Oh , I'm sure you have rules."
"Right now my rules are telling me it ’ s time to go home."
"You leaving will be the only reason I'll feel lonely tonight."
"I hear cold showers work wonders ."
"That's a temporary fix."
"I should go."
His lips brushed against hers before he kissed her on her forehead.
"Can we meet for dinner on Friday?"
"If you promise to play nice," she said.
"I'll try."
Chapter 6
"You made up," Nancy said walking into Willow's office on Friday afternoon.
"What makes you think I made up with anyone," Willow replied without looking away from her computer.
"This."
Willow looked up. Her friend was holding a small neat red bag.
"That could be from anyone."
Willow took the small gift bag from her friend. She pulled out a six by six box from the bag, along with a small card. She put the box on the table and looked at the card.
It read ; I want you to know I still know how to romance and have every intention of romancing you. There is a slight change in my schedule. I am afraid I cannot make our dinner arrangements for this evening. Accept this gift as a tiny token of how I will make this up to you. Still waiting for a reply - J .
"Open the box." Nancy was dancing on one leg.
"Perhaps it's for you," Willow said. "You ’ re awfully excited."
"I ’ m so glad you ’ re dating again. I was beginning to think you were going to die an old maid. It's been over seven months since you broke up with David."
"I am glad at least one of us is counting," Willow said as she pulled the bow on the box.
Nancy and Willow had been friends since they first met at Cambridge University. Nancy was the grounded one who ’d completed her Bachelors and Masters degrees in the time it had taken Willow to finally settle and complete her Bachelors’ degree. Willow spent a year in pre-med. Then she spent another in pre-law and yet another in political science before deciding to settle on photography and marketing.
Now she watched as her friend snatched up the card.
“This is expensive stationary,” Nancy said. “Did you meet some oil tycoon?”
“No.”
“Who is he?”
“None of your business,” Willow said.
“Oh, he’s married,” Nancy said. “That ’s got
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