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being encased in a magic bubble. Something big, something wonderful was about to happen and this was the moment just before. The very air was charged with anticipation. Even the weather cooperated, knowing it was a very special night.
Charity hated bad weather but this wasn’t bad—it was enchanted. Big fat flakes drifting out of the sky, gently settling on the ground, forming a thin blanket. Visibility wasn’t good, but it didn’t seem to matter as the big car purred slowly down the street. It was like being in a snow globe, cut off from the rest of the world.
Without Charity having to give any further directions, Nick somehow made his way unerringly to her door. The car glided up her driveway and Nick killed the engine.
The street lamp ten feet away gave just enough light for her to make out his expression as he turned to her, one big arm draped over the steering wheel. He wasn’t smiling, trying to charm his way into her pants. His face was drawn, the skin tight over his cheekbones, eyes intense even in the darkness of the car.
“So,” he said, his voice low. “About that cup of coffee you promised me.”
She waited a beat because her heart was pounding and her throat felt tight. She opened her mouth, but found that no words came out. Nothing at all. Even if she had words, she couldn’t find the breath to say them. Excitement had lit a ball of fire in her chest, making it impossible for her to speak.
So she nodded.
In a second, it seemed, he was at the passenger door, lifting her out with a strong hand. They stood for a moment outside the car. Nick must have pushed the key fob because behind her, all the doors of the Lexus locked with a quiet, expensive-sounding whump . So unlike the tinny sound her own car made.
He was standing so close to her, she had to tilt her head back to watch his eyes watching hers. Big puffy snowflakestouched her skin like cold little kisses, but she was so hot they melted immediately.
There was an unnatural hush, as if the entire world were waiting for them to take a leap into the unknown. She lived on a quiet street, it was true, but there were no noises whatsoever. They could have been the last man and woman on earth.
He bent down, slowly. So slowly she could have protested or turned her head if she wanted. The idea never even crossed her mind. If anything, Charity lifted herself a little on the balls of her feet, to meet him halfway.
Nick kept his hands by his side, so she did, too, though she had to curl her fingers into her palms to keep from reaching out for him. It seemed as if she’d wanted to touch him all evening, touch that un-businessman-like body hidden underneath the staid business suit.
Their lips met, clung. Charity opened her mouth to him, not thinking about it. Her mouth just opened as her eyes drifted shut. She didn’t want anything to distract herself from the feel of his mouth on hers, hot and soft at the same time. When his tongue touched hers—just a quick stroke—she felt it down to her toes.
She especially felt it between her legs.
Oh my God. A gentle kiss, they weren’t touching anywhere except their mouths, and Charity was as turned on as she’d ever been in her life.
Nick turned his head to get a bigger draft of her. She was on tiptoe now and she stumbled. Or would have if he hadn’t immediately put his arms around her, pulling her hard up against him, upsetting her balance. But she didn’t fall. Before she even had time to realize it, her world tilted and he was carrying her.
“Don’t want those pretty boots to get ruined,” he whispered against her mouth, and started walking.
The romance of it touched her heart. She didn’t protest, she didn’t wriggle or squeal. It was too luscious, this airborne feeling. She’d read too many books, and probably way too many romances, she knew that. So it wasn’t surprising that in her head, this nice New York businessman and a staid librarian from a small town in Vermont morphed into a knight
Charity hated bad weather but this wasn’t bad—it was enchanted. Big fat flakes drifting out of the sky, gently settling on the ground, forming a thin blanket. Visibility wasn’t good, but it didn’t seem to matter as the big car purred slowly down the street. It was like being in a snow globe, cut off from the rest of the world.
Without Charity having to give any further directions, Nick somehow made his way unerringly to her door. The car glided up her driveway and Nick killed the engine.
The street lamp ten feet away gave just enough light for her to make out his expression as he turned to her, one big arm draped over the steering wheel. He wasn’t smiling, trying to charm his way into her pants. His face was drawn, the skin tight over his cheekbones, eyes intense even in the darkness of the car.
“So,” he said, his voice low. “About that cup of coffee you promised me.”
She waited a beat because her heart was pounding and her throat felt tight. She opened her mouth, but found that no words came out. Nothing at all. Even if she had words, she couldn’t find the breath to say them. Excitement had lit a ball of fire in her chest, making it impossible for her to speak.
So she nodded.
In a second, it seemed, he was at the passenger door, lifting her out with a strong hand. They stood for a moment outside the car. Nick must have pushed the key fob because behind her, all the doors of the Lexus locked with a quiet, expensive-sounding whump . So unlike the tinny sound her own car made.
He was standing so close to her, she had to tilt her head back to watch his eyes watching hers. Big puffy snowflakestouched her skin like cold little kisses, but she was so hot they melted immediately.
There was an unnatural hush, as if the entire world were waiting for them to take a leap into the unknown. She lived on a quiet street, it was true, but there were no noises whatsoever. They could have been the last man and woman on earth.
He bent down, slowly. So slowly she could have protested or turned her head if she wanted. The idea never even crossed her mind. If anything, Charity lifted herself a little on the balls of her feet, to meet him halfway.
Nick kept his hands by his side, so she did, too, though she had to curl her fingers into her palms to keep from reaching out for him. It seemed as if she’d wanted to touch him all evening, touch that un-businessman-like body hidden underneath the staid business suit.
Their lips met, clung. Charity opened her mouth to him, not thinking about it. Her mouth just opened as her eyes drifted shut. She didn’t want anything to distract herself from the feel of his mouth on hers, hot and soft at the same time. When his tongue touched hers—just a quick stroke—she felt it down to her toes.
She especially felt it between her legs.
Oh my God. A gentle kiss, they weren’t touching anywhere except their mouths, and Charity was as turned on as she’d ever been in her life.
Nick turned his head to get a bigger draft of her. She was on tiptoe now and she stumbled. Or would have if he hadn’t immediately put his arms around her, pulling her hard up against him, upsetting her balance. But she didn’t fall. Before she even had time to realize it, her world tilted and he was carrying her.
“Don’t want those pretty boots to get ruined,” he whispered against her mouth, and started walking.
The romance of it touched her heart. She didn’t protest, she didn’t wriggle or squeal. It was too luscious, this airborne feeling. She’d read too many books, and probably way too many romances, she knew that. So it wasn’t surprising that in her head, this nice New York businessman and a staid librarian from a small town in Vermont morphed into a knight
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