had to argue in court that afternoon. Curiosity had held him in place though. Even though he’d told Alicia they could never become involved, he wanted to know what made her tick. So he’d stayed put and continued eavesdropping. She’d said:
“I would love to sit with a man and kiss, neck, whatever you want to call it, but not touch otherwise. No body-to-body, no groping. Just lips and tongues and teeth. The restriction of not being able to touch in any other way would make the experience erotic as hell.” Darlene countered that the man would have to be a good kisser and Alicia pulled a face before answering a heartfelt, “Don’t I know it!”
Phillip barely heard Langston’s response to her request for the memory playing through his mind. The low chuckle followed by, “No problem, babe” made him want to punch the man in the face. Then Langston and Alicia were leaning in toward each other and his heart started to hammer painfully in his chest. Did he reveal himself and stop them or should he get the hell away before things became hot and heavy? Given her sexy response to the way Langston was teasing and tormenting her with his mouth, he went with the latter and beat a hasty retreat.
Chapter 9
Alicia ran, hell bent for leather, toward the hotel. Nate was hot on her heels and furious. She didn’t blame him. What the hell had she been thinking, instigating a make-out session in public like that? Had her brain suddenly shrunk to the size of a pea, with no room for cognitive reasoning? How on earth had she not realized Nate’s kisses would be a devastating mix of sweet and hungry that would make her want, no need more? The way he’d teased her at first had been frustrating. Even still, her body had responded. She should have known right then and there she was in over her head.
She was so intensely revved up right now, it was a wonder she could even walk, let alone run. She dodged as Nate reached out to grab her. He swore and barked her name as she burst through the side entrance to the hotel. There was the sound of shoes scuffing on pavement as he nearly overshot the door. Despite this, he managed to stay close. Panic spurred her on.
Thank God there were no other patrons headed out through the narrow exit or he would have gotten his hands on her for sure. That would have proven disastrous for her, despite his fury. One touch, even a rough one, would likely set her off. She’d never been so turned on she couldn’t control it before. The feeling terrified her.
The few guests standing around for the elevator sidestepped as she blew past them toward the stairs. Alicia dared a backward glance as she took them two at a time. When she didn’t see Nate behind her, she let out a relieved cry. He was either giving up or had decided to try to head her off via the elevator. With how slow the things were, she would definitely make it into her room before he caught up with her.
The question of “What the hell will you do then?” entered her mind as she reached her floor and gave a final push toward her door. It wasn’t his fault she was mortified over getting so worked up in public. Well, it was, but not. Yes he’d proven to be the most incredible kisser she’d ever been with, but he wasn’t the one to suggest the “activity” in the first place. The way she saw it, her predicament was entirely her doing.
Whatever happens, let’s hope he doesn’t want to see things to their conclusion. I can’t take that right now. Eureka! she thought, nearly overshooting her door.
She was just sliding the key card into its slot when strong hands took hold of her arms and spun her around. Alicia shrieked as Nate used his body to press her up against the door. Her desperate need for release spiked. It was all she could do to keep from throwing her arms around his neck and grinding herself against him. His hands on either side of her head boxed her in, effectively trapping her. She was begging
“I would love to sit with a man and kiss, neck, whatever you want to call it, but not touch otherwise. No body-to-body, no groping. Just lips and tongues and teeth. The restriction of not being able to touch in any other way would make the experience erotic as hell.” Darlene countered that the man would have to be a good kisser and Alicia pulled a face before answering a heartfelt, “Don’t I know it!”
Phillip barely heard Langston’s response to her request for the memory playing through his mind. The low chuckle followed by, “No problem, babe” made him want to punch the man in the face. Then Langston and Alicia were leaning in toward each other and his heart started to hammer painfully in his chest. Did he reveal himself and stop them or should he get the hell away before things became hot and heavy? Given her sexy response to the way Langston was teasing and tormenting her with his mouth, he went with the latter and beat a hasty retreat.
Chapter 9
Alicia ran, hell bent for leather, toward the hotel. Nate was hot on her heels and furious. She didn’t blame him. What the hell had she been thinking, instigating a make-out session in public like that? Had her brain suddenly shrunk to the size of a pea, with no room for cognitive reasoning? How on earth had she not realized Nate’s kisses would be a devastating mix of sweet and hungry that would make her want, no need more? The way he’d teased her at first had been frustrating. Even still, her body had responded. She should have known right then and there she was in over her head.
She was so intensely revved up right now, it was a wonder she could even walk, let alone run. She dodged as Nate reached out to grab her. He swore and barked her name as she burst through the side entrance to the hotel. There was the sound of shoes scuffing on pavement as he nearly overshot the door. Despite this, he managed to stay close. Panic spurred her on.
Thank God there were no other patrons headed out through the narrow exit or he would have gotten his hands on her for sure. That would have proven disastrous for her, despite his fury. One touch, even a rough one, would likely set her off. She’d never been so turned on she couldn’t control it before. The feeling terrified her.
The few guests standing around for the elevator sidestepped as she blew past them toward the stairs. Alicia dared a backward glance as she took them two at a time. When she didn’t see Nate behind her, she let out a relieved cry. He was either giving up or had decided to try to head her off via the elevator. With how slow the things were, she would definitely make it into her room before he caught up with her.
The question of “What the hell will you do then?” entered her mind as she reached her floor and gave a final push toward her door. It wasn’t his fault she was mortified over getting so worked up in public. Well, it was, but not. Yes he’d proven to be the most incredible kisser she’d ever been with, but he wasn’t the one to suggest the “activity” in the first place. The way she saw it, her predicament was entirely her doing.
Whatever happens, let’s hope he doesn’t want to see things to their conclusion. I can’t take that right now. Eureka! she thought, nearly overshooting her door.
She was just sliding the key card into its slot when strong hands took hold of her arms and spun her around. Alicia shrieked as Nate used his body to press her up against the door. Her desperate need for release spiked. It was all she could do to keep from throwing her arms around his neck and grinding herself against him. His hands on either side of her head boxed her in, effectively trapping her. She was begging
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