Rules of Engagement Read Free Page B

appreciation, temptation and not a
little lust.
    “ Anyone can slow dance,”
she demurred softly, trying to avoid stepping on the glowing neon
emotional landmine.
    “ I watched you earlier. On
the dance floor.” He gestured with their clasped hands toward the
party on the other side of the tall hedges, even though they
couldn’t see it from their own impromptu dance floor on the grass.
Then he said again, deeper this time, “I like how you
move.”
    The fingers of his free hand skimmed up from
the small of her back to the bare skin of her shoulder blades. Gina
shivered at his touch, wishing for more. Just once, wishing she
were the kind of girl he’d go for.
    Even if he only went for a little while.
    She’d settle for fifteen
minutes. They could do a helluva lot in a
quarter-of-an-hour.
    As if he could hear the
plea in her thoughts, Rico’s eyes locked on hers. The passion in
his dark depths made her mouth go desert-dry. She swallowed, trying
to find her voice. But she didn’t know what to say. All she could
do was feel.
    Feel the wet heat dampening
her black satin panties.
    Feel the way her nipples hardened, stiff
against the fabric of her fancy dress.
    Feel her heart racing. Her breath catching.
And her knees going a little woozy because Rico was looking at her
like she was everything he wanted in a woman.
    Giving in to temptation,
even as a part of her screamed warning, Gina reached up to brush
her fingers lightly over the scar on Rico’s jaw. Stubble grazed her
fingers as she traced the memento she knew he’d gotten in a nasty
encounter with a rocket propelled grenade over in
Afghanistan.
    Then his mouth found hers.
He kissed like he danced. Slow, intense and incredible. As their
lips melded together, her heart raced. Tension, purely sexual,
tightened every nerve in her body until she wanted to beg. Her
fingers dug through the soft fabric of his shirt to the hard
muscles beneath. Oh, baby, he felt good.
    Their lips did the dancing
now, slipping and sliding open-mouthed, their tongues tangling as
their breath mingled. His hands gripped her hips through the fluffy
fabric of her skirt, pulling her tight against him.
    She gasped when she felt
the long, rigid proof that he was as affected as she was. How big
was he that she could feel him that hard, that thick, through all
the layers of fluff? And please, oh please, was she going to find
out?
    Breathless, his mouth
released her so he could trail kisses along her
shoulder.
    “ I want you,” he breathed
against her throat. His teeth nipped, his tongue soothed. “I want
you so bad.”
    “ Have me.” Her offer ended
in a gasp as his fingers slid beneath the bodice of her dress,
scraping over her pebbled nipple.
    Like he’d flipped a switch
marking the point of no return, Gina’s brain shut off and her body
took over. She grazed her short nails down his chest, loving the
way he groaned his approval.
    “ More,” he directed, his
finger sliding back, then forth, back then forth over her nipple.
Tormenting, teasing and titillating in the most delicious
way.
    Her fingers flew over the
buttons of his dress shirt until she had access to the gorgeously
muscled golden flesh.
    “ This is a one time thing,
right? Just now. Not, you know, ever again?” Even as her mouth
raced over the warm, bare expanse of his sexy chest, a part of Gina
held its breath waiting for his answer.
    “ Yeah, yeah,” he said, his
fingers quick and agile as they found her zipper. “One time. Now.
Incredible.”
    Incredible . As Gina’s dress fell to
the grass in a soft puddle of red billowing fabric, her body
agreed. It would be incredible.
    But her heart, easily ignored in the rush of
sexual pleasure, wept just a little. One time.
    One time only.

Chapter Five
     
     
    Rico was torn between the need to inspect
every sweet, delicate inch of Gina’s moonlit body. And the
desperation clawing at him to taste her. To have her.
    She made the decision easy
when she moved out of the red fluff of