collarbone. “You’re doing great.”
“Really?” Her voice cracked on the word. Did it matter? All the camera would show was her body melting under his scorching touch anyway. “What do you want me to do?”
“I think you need to kiss me.”
Dazed, she blinked several times and met his smoldering gaze. The bright green she’d noticed when she’d first met him had disappeared. Now, his eyes were dark emerald, full of heat… Had he said kiss ? “What?”
“You know.” His words were low, barely a whisper. “Your lips on mine or mine on yours. Think we can manage?”
She nodded. There was nothing else to do. Nothing else she wanted more right now. Then his lips touched hers, the briefest contact, warm and light. Succinct as the touch may have been, the warmth that spread through her body wasn’t. It coursed with leaden weight through every vein until her head pounded in an incessant demand for more. Dropped into his arms by fate, held close by the photo session, shaped and molded into sexy positions by Lynn-Ella, her body was on fire.
His sharp intake of breath pulled her from her daze.
“Again?” he asked.
All she could do was nod. He might walk away thinking she was a mute idiot, but she didn’t trust herself to speak.
He smiled as his lips descended to hers again. The contact was even more profound, and he melded her to his body. His lips worked over hers with delicate, easy movements until she opened to him with a sigh. If this was her moment, she was going to take it.
He accepted her surrender and deepened the kiss. His tongue met hers, warm and with a hint of butterscotch. Each thrust into her mouth stoked the hunger his touch had already created until she knew she probably wouldn’t stop him if he pulled her down to the stage floor. The world spun away. Cameras disappeared. Sound muted. Nothing existed outside of their heated, pleasure-inducing cocoon. The firm line of his cock was outlined against his jeans, and she wondered if she turned him on or if his reaction was to their setting.
Not that she could bring herself to really care. Reason flittered away. It felt like he wanted her, so she was going to live in the moment until it ended. Though the pressure of his hands winding down her back seemed to indicate no end in sight.
When he broke away—almost, not quite letting her go—he stared down into her eyes. Several brief kisses touched her lips before he rested his forehead to hers. “Never kissed someone like that with an audience. You?”
“No.” With an audience? He had no idea. “I’ve never kissed someone like that before, period.”
His brows furrowed and he jerked back slightly. “You’re kidding, right?”
Embarrassed by her statement, she smiled to cover her discomfort. “I-I meant a guy I don’t know.”
“Gotcha.” The crinkles over his brows disappeared. “Well, it was sexy as hell.”
Sexy? She had a hard time digesting that thought. She’d rarely felt sexy in her life. But she had to admit, in his arms, she felt close. “Thanks.”
“My pleasure, darlin’.”
That soft twang in his voice was deadly to her senses. She liked listening to him speak. “So how do you like New York so far?”
“Not my kind of town.” He shrugged. “Too many people.”
“And cabs.”
“Wonderful,” Lynn-Ella interrupted. “I’ve got what I need.”
“And cameras.” He glanced at Lynn-Ella before hugging Shawna. After a moment he let go and stepped back with a warm smile. “Guy can’t even get a kiss without an audience.”
Shawna sighed. Now she had to add a great sense of humor to his list of qualities. Marvelous. Her moment with dream-o-man would make her occasional cyber-dates achingly dull. Not that most weren’t already. “Well, you’ll have to try again sometime in a quieter spot.”
“Tonight?”
Confused by the mischievous light in his eyes, she shrugged. “If that’s what you want.”
Jenna sidled over next to them and snaked an arm
“Really?” Her voice cracked on the word. Did it matter? All the camera would show was her body melting under his scorching touch anyway. “What do you want me to do?”
“I think you need to kiss me.”
Dazed, she blinked several times and met his smoldering gaze. The bright green she’d noticed when she’d first met him had disappeared. Now, his eyes were dark emerald, full of heat… Had he said kiss ? “What?”
“You know.” His words were low, barely a whisper. “Your lips on mine or mine on yours. Think we can manage?”
She nodded. There was nothing else to do. Nothing else she wanted more right now. Then his lips touched hers, the briefest contact, warm and light. Succinct as the touch may have been, the warmth that spread through her body wasn’t. It coursed with leaden weight through every vein until her head pounded in an incessant demand for more. Dropped into his arms by fate, held close by the photo session, shaped and molded into sexy positions by Lynn-Ella, her body was on fire.
His sharp intake of breath pulled her from her daze.
“Again?” he asked.
All she could do was nod. He might walk away thinking she was a mute idiot, but she didn’t trust herself to speak.
He smiled as his lips descended to hers again. The contact was even more profound, and he melded her to his body. His lips worked over hers with delicate, easy movements until she opened to him with a sigh. If this was her moment, she was going to take it.
He accepted her surrender and deepened the kiss. His tongue met hers, warm and with a hint of butterscotch. Each thrust into her mouth stoked the hunger his touch had already created until she knew she probably wouldn’t stop him if he pulled her down to the stage floor. The world spun away. Cameras disappeared. Sound muted. Nothing existed outside of their heated, pleasure-inducing cocoon. The firm line of his cock was outlined against his jeans, and she wondered if she turned him on or if his reaction was to their setting.
Not that she could bring herself to really care. Reason flittered away. It felt like he wanted her, so she was going to live in the moment until it ended. Though the pressure of his hands winding down her back seemed to indicate no end in sight.
When he broke away—almost, not quite letting her go—he stared down into her eyes. Several brief kisses touched her lips before he rested his forehead to hers. “Never kissed someone like that with an audience. You?”
“No.” With an audience? He had no idea. “I’ve never kissed someone like that before, period.”
His brows furrowed and he jerked back slightly. “You’re kidding, right?”
Embarrassed by her statement, she smiled to cover her discomfort. “I-I meant a guy I don’t know.”
“Gotcha.” The crinkles over his brows disappeared. “Well, it was sexy as hell.”
Sexy? She had a hard time digesting that thought. She’d rarely felt sexy in her life. But she had to admit, in his arms, she felt close. “Thanks.”
“My pleasure, darlin’.”
That soft twang in his voice was deadly to her senses. She liked listening to him speak. “So how do you like New York so far?”
“Not my kind of town.” He shrugged. “Too many people.”
“And cabs.”
“Wonderful,” Lynn-Ella interrupted. “I’ve got what I need.”
“And cameras.” He glanced at Lynn-Ella before hugging Shawna. After a moment he let go and stepped back with a warm smile. “Guy can’t even get a kiss without an audience.”
Shawna sighed. Now she had to add a great sense of humor to his list of qualities. Marvelous. Her moment with dream-o-man would make her occasional cyber-dates achingly dull. Not that most weren’t already. “Well, you’ll have to try again sometime in a quieter spot.”
“Tonight?”
Confused by the mischievous light in his eyes, she shrugged. “If that’s what you want.”
Jenna sidled over next to them and snaked an arm
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