moist heat gathering between her legs. The kiss was so exquisite and tender, teasing and promising, that she almost drew him nearer, almost took the kiss to the next level.
He drew away almost reluctantly. When he released her and stepped back, heat grew in her face. She was shaking, wanting.
He look out the window behind her. “I’d better get back to Sentry Security.”
“I thought…” She cleared her throat. “I thought you had time off.”
“I do. But I think if I stand here much longer, I going to want a lot more than either of us should be getting into right now.” He released her hands, but he brushed his index finger gently along her jawline. “I’ll see you tonight.” His deep voice brushed over her like a touch. “Call me if you need me.”
Another one of those crazy spirals of heat swirled around in her lower belly. Oh, man. If I need you.
She let him out and waved as he headed to his SUV.
When she closed the door and locked it, she leaned back against it and stared into space. She touched her mouth. If a simple brush of lips and tongues could do that to her, what would happen with a deeper, longer kiss? She stood, back against the door for a long, long time.
* * * *
Why did I agree to a date so soon?
Juliet stood at her bedroom closet and stared inside. “I’ve got nothing to wear.”
She really didn’t. The only good Italian restaurant in Buckleport was Di Medici. An intimate place, it was nothing fancy but the food far outshone the humble surroundings. She could get away with anything casual, but most everything in her closet consisted of jeans and formless clothes. Digging around to the far left of the small closet, she found a light sweater dress she hadn’t worn in months. She sighed and glanced at her watch. She’d better get with the program if she expected to be ready by six o’clock.
As she took a shower, she heard her phone ringing on the dresser in her bedroom. She wondered self-consciously if it was Mark calling back to cancel. With his security job she didn’t take it for granted he’d manage to follow through on the date. He could get called into work. On the other hand, news reports said Buckleport had settled down by a degree. Life in the small Maine city had been chaotic for months, but martial law had calmed things. People were calling for martial law to be lifted, and she could understand. After all, it was something no one had imagined could happen in the United States of America. But it had when the police couldn’t handle the unrest. She soaped up quickly and closed her eyes as she took the fast shower. Once she toweled dry and went back into the bedroom, she rummaged through her dresser for the sexiest underwear she possessed. A matching demi push up bra and lace panties—both fire engine red. Then she halted.
“What the hell am I thinking?”
The sweater set was form fitting enough that it was unforgiving, and that meant if she wore this type of bra, Mark would think she wanted to jump his bones. Which she did. When had she last wanted a man like this? She couldn’t remember.
“Beside the point. I’m not doing anything about it tonight.”
She returned the red underwear to the drawer and found a less provocative purple bra and hip hugger panties.
After she slipped into the underwear, pantyhose, and modest heels, she surveyed herself in the mirror. She’d never been one to primp, and she hadn’t worn makeup in days. Why start now? Ignoring the question, she dug out her makeup and put on a light application of foundation, blush, eye shadow and eyeliner. She hated mascara and wouldn’t use it. At the last minute she remembered lipstick and found a light shade that gave her lips a hint more rose color. She hadn’t gunked up her face this much in a long time. There, that would do. She brushed her short spiky hair over her head to give it more volume and then tamed it into submission with a few more strokes of the brush.
She made a face, stuck her
He drew away almost reluctantly. When he released her and stepped back, heat grew in her face. She was shaking, wanting.
He look out the window behind her. “I’d better get back to Sentry Security.”
“I thought…” She cleared her throat. “I thought you had time off.”
“I do. But I think if I stand here much longer, I going to want a lot more than either of us should be getting into right now.” He released her hands, but he brushed his index finger gently along her jawline. “I’ll see you tonight.” His deep voice brushed over her like a touch. “Call me if you need me.”
Another one of those crazy spirals of heat swirled around in her lower belly. Oh, man. If I need you.
She let him out and waved as he headed to his SUV.
When she closed the door and locked it, she leaned back against it and stared into space. She touched her mouth. If a simple brush of lips and tongues could do that to her, what would happen with a deeper, longer kiss? She stood, back against the door for a long, long time.
* * * *
Why did I agree to a date so soon?
Juliet stood at her bedroom closet and stared inside. “I’ve got nothing to wear.”
She really didn’t. The only good Italian restaurant in Buckleport was Di Medici. An intimate place, it was nothing fancy but the food far outshone the humble surroundings. She could get away with anything casual, but most everything in her closet consisted of jeans and formless clothes. Digging around to the far left of the small closet, she found a light sweater dress she hadn’t worn in months. She sighed and glanced at her watch. She’d better get with the program if she expected to be ready by six o’clock.
As she took a shower, she heard her phone ringing on the dresser in her bedroom. She wondered self-consciously if it was Mark calling back to cancel. With his security job she didn’t take it for granted he’d manage to follow through on the date. He could get called into work. On the other hand, news reports said Buckleport had settled down by a degree. Life in the small Maine city had been chaotic for months, but martial law had calmed things. People were calling for martial law to be lifted, and she could understand. After all, it was something no one had imagined could happen in the United States of America. But it had when the police couldn’t handle the unrest. She soaped up quickly and closed her eyes as she took the fast shower. Once she toweled dry and went back into the bedroom, she rummaged through her dresser for the sexiest underwear she possessed. A matching demi push up bra and lace panties—both fire engine red. Then she halted.
“What the hell am I thinking?”
The sweater set was form fitting enough that it was unforgiving, and that meant if she wore this type of bra, Mark would think she wanted to jump his bones. Which she did. When had she last wanted a man like this? She couldn’t remember.
“Beside the point. I’m not doing anything about it tonight.”
She returned the red underwear to the drawer and found a less provocative purple bra and hip hugger panties.
After she slipped into the underwear, pantyhose, and modest heels, she surveyed herself in the mirror. She’d never been one to primp, and she hadn’t worn makeup in days. Why start now? Ignoring the question, she dug out her makeup and put on a light application of foundation, blush, eye shadow and eyeliner. She hated mascara and wouldn’t use it. At the last minute she remembered lipstick and found a light shade that gave her lips a hint more rose color. She hadn’t gunked up her face this much in a long time. There, that would do. She brushed her short spiky hair over her head to give it more volume and then tamed it into submission with a few more strokes of the brush.
She made a face, stuck her
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