a breath, and tried to blend in with the wall. “They’re coming this way.”
Lewis jumped to action, moving her into the corner, pressing her back into the wall with the front of his body flush against hers.
Okay. Not a bad plan. She’d be well hidden. But what about—?
Her brain ceased to function when he lifted her chin, lowered his head, and set his soft, moist lips on hers.
Just for show, she rationalized, to create a plausible reason for them to be there. In an effort to up the realism of their fictitious interlude she slid her hands up and clasped her fingers behind his neck.
Just playing her part.
His lips separated and his tongue ventured out to explore the seam of her mouth. Looking for entry? Only one way to know for sure, Scarlet created a slim smidgeon of an opening, purely for investigative purposes to see what he’d do.
And
hello
, Lewis thrust his tongue into her mouth, over and over. Something about the taste made her mouth water, made her body ready, made her want—
He closed his arms around her, deepened the kiss and thrust his hips.
Whoa. Holy hard-on. This was realism run amok. At work.
Scarlet forced her head to the side, breaking the kiss. “We can’t.”
He released her instantly but didn’t move. The soundof their heavy breathing filled the quiet. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I guess I got a little carried away.”
“You guess?” She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back, needing air, but not feeling steady enough to move away from the support of the wall.
He looked down at her and ran a thumb along her lower lip. “You look like you’ve been thoroughly kissed,” he said with the small smile of a man re-living the experience in his mind.
“Perfect,” she snapped, losing patience. “When I’m on my way to meet up with your daughter. What were you thinking?” Scarlet took a tissue from the pack in her pocket and tried to wipe away the remnants of their kiss.
“Well at first I was thinking about hiding you and giving us an excuse to be tucked away in our little nook.” He reached out to touch her cheek. “But you felt so good. And I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”
She swatted his hand away. “We’ve known each other for all of eight days and every interaction we’ve had has revolved around your daughter or work. Exactly how long could you possibly have wanted to kiss me?”
“Day three,” he answered without hesitation. “In the cafeteria, when you closed your eyes to imagine me in my underwear.”
“I was pretending,” she lied.
“No you weren’t.” He grinned.
So sure of himself and his appeal. The haze of arousal cleared. Beneath his respected physician, nice guy, good father façade the fire of his womanizing sex-seeker still burned at his core. “Waiting five whole days to kiss a woman you’ve only recently met must have required quite a bit of restraint for someone like you.”
“Someone like me?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. Amused.
“Yes.” She took out her hairband and started to redo her ponytail. “Someone used to having sex with a woman within hours of meeting her.”
He laughed. “If only it were that easy.”
It
was
easy. For him. His good looks, charm, and a smooth confidence combined to form a lethal concoction that wreaked havoc on a woman’s good sense. On
her
good sense. “You disgust me.” She lunged back into the hallway.
“Stop.” He said, holding on to her arm. “I’m sorry. I got carried away. But don’t go getting all holier-than-thou. You enjoyed my kiss.” He leaned in. “Don’t try to deny it.”
No one was that good a liar.
He let out a breath. “Did I blow any chance of you helping me with one more thing for Jessie?” he asked seriously. “Of us maybe being friends?”
“Of course I will do what I can to help you with Jessie,” she said. “She’s a good kid and doesn’t deserve to suffer for the transgressions of her father.”
He smiled, not at all offended by
Lewis jumped to action, moving her into the corner, pressing her back into the wall with the front of his body flush against hers.
Okay. Not a bad plan. She’d be well hidden. But what about—?
Her brain ceased to function when he lifted her chin, lowered his head, and set his soft, moist lips on hers.
Just for show, she rationalized, to create a plausible reason for them to be there. In an effort to up the realism of their fictitious interlude she slid her hands up and clasped her fingers behind his neck.
Just playing her part.
His lips separated and his tongue ventured out to explore the seam of her mouth. Looking for entry? Only one way to know for sure, Scarlet created a slim smidgeon of an opening, purely for investigative purposes to see what he’d do.
And
hello
, Lewis thrust his tongue into her mouth, over and over. Something about the taste made her mouth water, made her body ready, made her want—
He closed his arms around her, deepened the kiss and thrust his hips.
Whoa. Holy hard-on. This was realism run amok. At work.
Scarlet forced her head to the side, breaking the kiss. “We can’t.”
He released her instantly but didn’t move. The soundof their heavy breathing filled the quiet. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I guess I got a little carried away.”
“You guess?” She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back, needing air, but not feeling steady enough to move away from the support of the wall.
He looked down at her and ran a thumb along her lower lip. “You look like you’ve been thoroughly kissed,” he said with the small smile of a man re-living the experience in his mind.
“Perfect,” she snapped, losing patience. “When I’m on my way to meet up with your daughter. What were you thinking?” Scarlet took a tissue from the pack in her pocket and tried to wipe away the remnants of their kiss.
“Well at first I was thinking about hiding you and giving us an excuse to be tucked away in our little nook.” He reached out to touch her cheek. “But you felt so good. And I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”
She swatted his hand away. “We’ve known each other for all of eight days and every interaction we’ve had has revolved around your daughter or work. Exactly how long could you possibly have wanted to kiss me?”
“Day three,” he answered without hesitation. “In the cafeteria, when you closed your eyes to imagine me in my underwear.”
“I was pretending,” she lied.
“No you weren’t.” He grinned.
So sure of himself and his appeal. The haze of arousal cleared. Beneath his respected physician, nice guy, good father façade the fire of his womanizing sex-seeker still burned at his core. “Waiting five whole days to kiss a woman you’ve only recently met must have required quite a bit of restraint for someone like you.”
“Someone like me?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. Amused.
“Yes.” She took out her hairband and started to redo her ponytail. “Someone used to having sex with a woman within hours of meeting her.”
He laughed. “If only it were that easy.”
It
was
easy. For him. His good looks, charm, and a smooth confidence combined to form a lethal concoction that wreaked havoc on a woman’s good sense. On
her
good sense. “You disgust me.” She lunged back into the hallway.
“Stop.” He said, holding on to her arm. “I’m sorry. I got carried away. But don’t go getting all holier-than-thou. You enjoyed my kiss.” He leaned in. “Don’t try to deny it.”
No one was that good a liar.
He let out a breath. “Did I blow any chance of you helping me with one more thing for Jessie?” he asked seriously. “Of us maybe being friends?”
“Of course I will do what I can to help you with Jessie,” she said. “She’s a good kid and doesn’t deserve to suffer for the transgressions of her father.”
He smiled, not at all offended by
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