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caught between them, splayed across his chest, then flexed
over his pecs. The heat of her slender body, the scent and feel of her raised
goose bumps along his flesh.
Inside, something settled, even as his pulse continued to
pound.
Just when all echoes of their argument had drained out of
his head, just when his thoughts clicked off and his body shifted into pure
sensation, she stiffened in his arms, snapping the thread of mindless passion
wrapping around his brain.
Damn it.
He was easily strong enough to contain her, to keep her
there and kiss her back into submission. But her resistance had registered. He
had to stop.
Dropping his hands, breathing hard, Ben let her go, barely
feeling it when she pushed against his shoulders.
Allison crossed her arms over her chest, her lips swollen
from his, her wild hair disheveled, but her gaze stayed level. Her eyes said
she was tough, in control, but her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breaths
and gave her away. The pulse in her throat beat hard beneath her alabaster
skin.
She said, "Well."
Well, indeed.
He wanted to suck on that heavy, pounding beat, to nibble
his way up her neck. It took every ounce of restraint to keep from sweeping her
up again, gobbling her down in one luscious bite. But she was a smart,
determined woman. He respected her spirit, her fire. He would take his time.
That spirit would make her willing surrender even more precious.
Cars streamed past the parking lot—too loud, too
aggressive, too fast, as always in California—and seagulls called
overhead, but the silence between them lengthened, spiked with sexual tension.
Despite the doubts he saw reflected in Allison's blue eyes, he cared a little
too much whether she'd agree to see him again or choose to call it quits before
they had a chance to discover each other beyond this first date.
"I want to call you, Allison."
She shivered visibly but didn't drop her gaze. Reaching out,
he tucked a stray strand of her brilliant hair behind her ear, enjoying it when
her pulse kicked at the base of her throat.
"I don't care how we got here," he said. "I
don't care if you're the leader of the princess coalition for the entire world,
hell, the whole galaxy. I don't care that we just met an hour ago. I want to
get to know you, and I want to kiss you again. A lot. Say yes."
He was starting to get used to the assessing way she looked
at him, obviously thinking over everything he'd said. He wasn't sure he cared
for his every word being weighed and measured, but he'd deal with it, as long
as she agreed.
"Y-yes," she said finally, her breaths still
panting lightly. "Okay. Okay, but—I have to go. For now. I have a. .
." Breaking off, she cleared her throat. "I have to go. If
you—if we. . . Well. We'll see. All right?"
Without waiting for his response, Allison pushed by him and
climbed into her car. She backed straight out, missing his bumper by a wish and
a prayer, then shot out of the parking lot as though a pack of rabid coyotes
howled on her tail.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Cursing steadily, Allison headed south toward Newport Beach.
Mia usually worked from home on Friday afternoons, and Allison needed her ears.
And her hugs. Mia's hugs were famous for a reason.
Traffic surged around her, but she ignored the honking,
swerving mass of humanity. She drove by rote, her thoughts focused inward in a
tumbling rush of images.
Had she really just run from a man? How humiliating. Heat
stole into her cheeks and crawled along her skin. Stumbling over her words and
bolting like a frightened jackrabbit was so not her usual style. She couldn't
think of another instance in her entire twenty-five-year history when a man of
any age had discombobulated her senses or emotions so thoroughly.
Well, with the possible exception of one terrifying college
professor with a heavy Russian accent and mean black eyes, but even Derrick had
been unnerved by that guy.
This was different.
God, that kiss. Lights had literally flashed
over his pecs. The heat of her slender body, the scent and feel of her raised
goose bumps along his flesh.
Inside, something settled, even as his pulse continued to
pound.
Just when all echoes of their argument had drained out of
his head, just when his thoughts clicked off and his body shifted into pure
sensation, she stiffened in his arms, snapping the thread of mindless passion
wrapping around his brain.
Damn it.
He was easily strong enough to contain her, to keep her
there and kiss her back into submission. But her resistance had registered. He
had to stop.
Dropping his hands, breathing hard, Ben let her go, barely
feeling it when she pushed against his shoulders.
Allison crossed her arms over her chest, her lips swollen
from his, her wild hair disheveled, but her gaze stayed level. Her eyes said
she was tough, in control, but her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breaths
and gave her away. The pulse in her throat beat hard beneath her alabaster
skin.
She said, "Well."
Well, indeed.
He wanted to suck on that heavy, pounding beat, to nibble
his way up her neck. It took every ounce of restraint to keep from sweeping her
up again, gobbling her down in one luscious bite. But she was a smart,
determined woman. He respected her spirit, her fire. He would take his time.
That spirit would make her willing surrender even more precious.
Cars streamed past the parking lot—too loud, too
aggressive, too fast, as always in California—and seagulls called
overhead, but the silence between them lengthened, spiked with sexual tension.
Despite the doubts he saw reflected in Allison's blue eyes, he cared a little
too much whether she'd agree to see him again or choose to call it quits before
they had a chance to discover each other beyond this first date.
"I want to call you, Allison."
She shivered visibly but didn't drop her gaze. Reaching out,
he tucked a stray strand of her brilliant hair behind her ear, enjoying it when
her pulse kicked at the base of her throat.
"I don't care how we got here," he said. "I
don't care if you're the leader of the princess coalition for the entire world,
hell, the whole galaxy. I don't care that we just met an hour ago. I want to
get to know you, and I want to kiss you again. A lot. Say yes."
He was starting to get used to the assessing way she looked
at him, obviously thinking over everything he'd said. He wasn't sure he cared
for his every word being weighed and measured, but he'd deal with it, as long
as she agreed.
"Y-yes," she said finally, her breaths still
panting lightly. "Okay. Okay, but—I have to go. For now. I have a. .
." Breaking off, she cleared her throat. "I have to go. If
you—if we. . . Well. We'll see. All right?"
Without waiting for his response, Allison pushed by him and
climbed into her car. She backed straight out, missing his bumper by a wish and
a prayer, then shot out of the parking lot as though a pack of rabid coyotes
howled on her tail.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Cursing steadily, Allison headed south toward Newport Beach.
Mia usually worked from home on Friday afternoons, and Allison needed her ears.
And her hugs. Mia's hugs were famous for a reason.
Traffic surged around her, but she ignored the honking,
swerving mass of humanity. She drove by rote, her thoughts focused inward in a
tumbling rush of images.
Had she really just run from a man? How humiliating. Heat
stole into her cheeks and crawled along her skin. Stumbling over her words and
bolting like a frightened jackrabbit was so not her usual style. She couldn't
think of another instance in her entire twenty-five-year history when a man of
any age had discombobulated her senses or emotions so thoroughly.
Well, with the possible exception of one terrifying college
professor with a heavy Russian accent and mean black eyes, but even Derrick had
been unnerved by that guy.
This was different.
God, that kiss. Lights had literally flashed
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