Lethal Exposure by Lori Wilde

now, she would forever be melded to him. She cleared her throat, smoothed her napkin in her lap. “Fire when ready.”
    “Pardon.”
    “Your questions. The interview.”
    “Right, the interview.” Sebastian shifted, leaned closer. His smile was so damned distracting. “How long have you worked at Confidential Rejuvenations?”
    “It’s the only job I’ve ever had. I started right out of nursing school. My friend Elle told me they had openings.”
    “And you’ve always worked on the sexual dysfunction unit?”
    “Oh, no.” She shook her head. “I started there only a few months ago. Before that, I worked in newborn nursery.”
    “Why the switch?”
    She wasn’t about to tell him she’d changed positions because she felt the need to overcome her lack of sexual sophistication. She was embarrassed enough as it was. She could still remember Roger teasing her because she hadn’t known how to give a blow job.
    “I get the impression the specialty isn’t a good fit for you.”
    “Why do you say that?” she asked, feeling irritated.
    “I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I bet there’s a lot of dark and kinky things that get revealed on a unit specializing in sexual dysfunction and you seem like such a sweet and wholesome woman.”
    “Well, I’m not,” she snapped.
    He had a smart-ass look on his face that said sure you’re not.
    “And even if I were sweet and wholesome, which I’m not, don’t you think that people having a sexual crisis need someone to look up to? Someone who can act as a role model?”
    “They need someone who’s been there. Someone who understands what they’re going through. Someone who knows what it’s like to be swept away by temptations they can’t control,” Sebastian said.
    He was right and she knew it. Damn him.
    “I understand,” she lied.
    “Yeah?”
    She raised her chin. “Yes.”
    “So you wouldn’t be upset if I did this?”
    Julie started to ask what he meant, but she didn’t get any further than “Did wh—” before Sebastian’s mouth closed over hers.

    4
    SEBASTIAN REALLY hadn’t meant to kiss her. He’d just wanted to call her bluff, but somehow, he’d been unable to stop himself from leaning across the table and planting his mouth over hers.
    Damn if she didn’t taste as good as she looked.
    And she surprised him by eagerly kissing him back. That wasn’t all. The desperate hunger shooting through his body shocked him as well. He was attracted to her, yes. But he’d never felt anything quite like this.
    What did it mean?
    He almost pulled away. Almost stopped the kiss right then and there.
    But she was having none of it. Her arms went around his neck. Her lips parted and her sweet, warm tongue came out to play. To tell the truth, she freaked him out a little.
    She caught him off guard. He had not pegged her as being sexually responsive, especially in a public place. But he, of all people, should know that you couldn’t judge what was inside a package from the pretty wrapping paper.
    He cupped her head in the palms of his hands, pushed his fingers through her hair and fisted them. She didn’t flinch at his roughness. He wasn’t usually rough, but she brought out the animal in him.
    He fell into her rhythm. Just tumbled. He kissed her so hard he could taste her on the back of his throat. She met his demanding kiss, slipping her tongue as far into his mouth as it would go. She kissed him as if she knew all his secrets, all his flaws, all his missteps, and she liked him anyway.
    The knowledge floored him.
    God, but she was one hell of a woman. He breathed her in. She smelled of vanilla-scented soap and bright autumn sunshine. Sweet, yet as vibrant as the change of seasons.
    Her attractiveness went much deeper than surface allure. Sure she was pretty but it wasn’t what captivated him. He was equally attracted to her odd mix of shyness and sass. Her unexpected daring coupled with that cute little blush snatched up his imagination and refused to let