time your old man walked down the aisle, thinking this would be the one? That finally you'd have a family?"
A heartbeat of silence passed between them. "How many times has your dad been married?" Jenna asked softly.
"Six or seven," Zack said. "But who's counting? They never last."
"Mark and Colleen are going to make it."
"This is ridiculous," Zack said. "And it's not helping me with your ad campaign."
Jenna hesitated, then picked up her fork and twirled the linguini around it. "You're right." She glanced at her watch. "And the hour is about up. We'd better finish lunch."
She quickly reviewed his sketches and offered some helpful comments, but then she ordered a chocolate mousse for dessert and insisted he share.
While they ate, she made small talk about the movies she'd seen, the kind of music she liked, and he realized they had more in common. They both liked jazz music and mystery novels, long walks on the beach and... chocolate.
Watching her lick the whipped cream from the spoon and devour the dark chocolate was torture. She closed her eyes and moaned, savoring the rich concoction, and other erotic images taunted him.
Jenna in her store, modeling some of her naughtiest lingerie... a private showing just for him. Champagne, candlelight, soft jazz music wafting around them, Jenna lying on a bed of lacy pillows wearing nothing but a dollop of whipped cream...
By the time dessert was over, his irritation had faded into profound lust, and he was so aroused physically he wondered how he'd be able to stand when they left the restaurant. Every time her tongue reached out and licked the creamy dessert from her spoon, he imagined tasting her lips. And when their eyes met he felt as if she could see inside him, rip away the layers he'd built around himself as a child, and somehow make him whole.
Damn it, why couldn't he stop this insane attraction to her?
He paid the bill, confused over the emotions she stirred inside him and aching with desire as he drove them back to Jenna's shop. The afternoon heat blazed down on them as he walked her to the door of the Love 'N Lace, but he tried to stifle the heat inside him, heat that made him want to kiss Jenna .
She paused to look up at him at the door, and he froze, wondering if she sensed his hunger—for her.
"I really had a nice time," Jenna said. "I'm anxious to see the final ad campaign."
He immediately pictured the sketches of her in the tub and all traces of sanity vanished. A tiny drop of chocolate lingered in the corner of her mouth, and he wiped it away with one finger. He brought the tip of his finger to his own mouth and licked it off, and their eyes locked, tension rippling between them.
Then her lips parted on a soft sigh, and her tongue flicked out to wet her rosy mouth, and he was sunk. If it wasn't an invitation, it was at least a silent moment of surrender.
He pulled her into his arms and claimed her mouth with his own. She groaned as he crushed her lips with a mind-boggling kiss that made his heart race. Maybe the woman was determined to marry someone, to dedicate herself to a house full of babies and some lucky man, he thought, but he couldn't let her go without tasting her at least once.
But would once be enough?
Jenna's heart fluttered like a million butterflies on a sunny spring day as Zack's warm mouth captured hers. She grabbed his arms for support, digging her nails into the corded muscles of his arms as his tongue probed her lips apart and plundered her mouth.
He tasted like wine and chocolate and sin all in one delicious, unbelievably passionate package. Her legs buckled and she felt lightheaded as they fell against the door and nearly knocked it open. The doorknob must have hit him in the side and he grunted, shifting so his back was plastered within the frame of the glass door. The sign above the store swayed in the wind, making a clicking sound as their bodies pressed into it and the glass rattled.
Zack's large frame enveloped her, his hard
A heartbeat of silence passed between them. "How many times has your dad been married?" Jenna asked softly.
"Six or seven," Zack said. "But who's counting? They never last."
"Mark and Colleen are going to make it."
"This is ridiculous," Zack said. "And it's not helping me with your ad campaign."
Jenna hesitated, then picked up her fork and twirled the linguini around it. "You're right." She glanced at her watch. "And the hour is about up. We'd better finish lunch."
She quickly reviewed his sketches and offered some helpful comments, but then she ordered a chocolate mousse for dessert and insisted he share.
While they ate, she made small talk about the movies she'd seen, the kind of music she liked, and he realized they had more in common. They both liked jazz music and mystery novels, long walks on the beach and... chocolate.
Watching her lick the whipped cream from the spoon and devour the dark chocolate was torture. She closed her eyes and moaned, savoring the rich concoction, and other erotic images taunted him.
Jenna in her store, modeling some of her naughtiest lingerie... a private showing just for him. Champagne, candlelight, soft jazz music wafting around them, Jenna lying on a bed of lacy pillows wearing nothing but a dollop of whipped cream...
By the time dessert was over, his irritation had faded into profound lust, and he was so aroused physically he wondered how he'd be able to stand when they left the restaurant. Every time her tongue reached out and licked the creamy dessert from her spoon, he imagined tasting her lips. And when their eyes met he felt as if she could see inside him, rip away the layers he'd built around himself as a child, and somehow make him whole.
Damn it, why couldn't he stop this insane attraction to her?
He paid the bill, confused over the emotions she stirred inside him and aching with desire as he drove them back to Jenna's shop. The afternoon heat blazed down on them as he walked her to the door of the Love 'N Lace, but he tried to stifle the heat inside him, heat that made him want to kiss Jenna .
She paused to look up at him at the door, and he froze, wondering if she sensed his hunger—for her.
"I really had a nice time," Jenna said. "I'm anxious to see the final ad campaign."
He immediately pictured the sketches of her in the tub and all traces of sanity vanished. A tiny drop of chocolate lingered in the corner of her mouth, and he wiped it away with one finger. He brought the tip of his finger to his own mouth and licked it off, and their eyes locked, tension rippling between them.
Then her lips parted on a soft sigh, and her tongue flicked out to wet her rosy mouth, and he was sunk. If it wasn't an invitation, it was at least a silent moment of surrender.
He pulled her into his arms and claimed her mouth with his own. She groaned as he crushed her lips with a mind-boggling kiss that made his heart race. Maybe the woman was determined to marry someone, to dedicate herself to a house full of babies and some lucky man, he thought, but he couldn't let her go without tasting her at least once.
But would once be enough?
Jenna's heart fluttered like a million butterflies on a sunny spring day as Zack's warm mouth captured hers. She grabbed his arms for support, digging her nails into the corded muscles of his arms as his tongue probed her lips apart and plundered her mouth.
He tasted like wine and chocolate and sin all in one delicious, unbelievably passionate package. Her legs buckled and she felt lightheaded as they fell against the door and nearly knocked it open. The doorknob must have hit him in the side and he grunted, shifting so his back was plastered within the frame of the glass door. The sign above the store swayed in the wind, making a clicking sound as their bodies pressed into it and the glass rattled.
Zack's large frame enveloped her, his hard
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