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experience. And of those, none had managed to light a fire in her core the way Adam’s kiss just had.
Had it been the same for him, too? She had been pretty out of it when he finally broke away, but when she had managed to pry open her eyelids, she thought he looked every bit as lost in the moment and stunned as she’d felt.
Her lady parts tingled with a potent combination of hope, lust, and anxiety. The really big question was, what was she going to do about it? Technically, this was only the third time she and Adam were seeing each other. Coffee, dinner and a house tour, pizza and a movie. Was she willing to break her five-date rule? Was she strong enough to go back to kissing ( yes, please! ) and not melt into a puddle of sexual need at his feet?
One thing was for certain, she thought as she impatiently waited for Max to do his business – she sure as hell wasn’t going to find any answers out on her porch.
As it turned out, she wasn’t going to find any in her living room, either.
Chapter 14
A dam put the last of the throw pillows back on the couch with a little more force than necessary. He had turned the lights back on. The DVD was back in the case; the remnants of their little indoor picnic gathered and the immediate area tidied.
He was still reeling from that kiss. Though kiss seemed a woefully inadequate word for what they had done. He could still taste her on his lips, still feel the way she’d softened so readily for him. His thirty-two year old body felt eighteen again, hot and hard and pumped up with primal urges.
From a fucking kiss . It was unnerving as hell.
He didn’t have to turn around to know that Holly had returned; he could sense her. His cock twitched in welcome as she hovered in the archway separating the living space from the kitchen area, looking every bit as off-balance as he felt. It was that – that hint of vulnerability – that made up his mind for him.
“I should be going,” Adam said, his voice somewhat husky. His eyes flicked over her, but he didn’t hold her gaze. If he did, if he allowed himself to look into her eyes and see the passion burning just below the surface, he couldn’t be responsible for his actions. He wanted her with a ferocity that shook him to his core.
Disappointment and confusion flashed in her eyes as Holly accepted the empty popcorn bowls he thrust into her hand. “Okay.”
“I had a great time.” The words fell so far short of the mark that he winced. It sounded more like an insincere platitude than the heartfelt sentiment it was. The evening had been perfect, exactly what he needed after a long day of busting his ass. Holly had been perfect.
How was it that he felt so comfortable, so at peace around her when he hardly knew her? At least until he’d started kissing her. Then the comfort and peace burned up like dry tinder in the sudden flames consuming him from the inside out.
“Me, too.” He wondered if her answer was reflexive, or genuine. It was hard to tell. Her voice gave nothing away, and she was looking down at the bowls in her hands instead of at him so he couldn’t see her expressive eyes.
“Thanks for having me.” Shit! That sounded even worse. Forget eighteen. What was he, twelve?
“My pleasure.”
She walked him to the door and opened it, keeping her body slightly behind it as if subconsciously putting a barrier between them. Unlike the other night, she made no move to follow him out onto the porch.
Adam hesitated. Maybe he was making a big mistake. It wasn’t like him to panic like that. Maybe he just needed to take a breath and follow his instincts. And she had been right there with him – he was sure of it.
Holly made the decision for him. “Drive safely.”
Holly made the decision for him. Nodding his head, he turned and walked out to his truck. This time, when he looked in the rearview mirror on his way out, he didn’t see her watching him go.
Well, shit.
***
H olly didn’t hear from Adam for the
Had it been the same for him, too? She had been pretty out of it when he finally broke away, but when she had managed to pry open her eyelids, she thought he looked every bit as lost in the moment and stunned as she’d felt.
Her lady parts tingled with a potent combination of hope, lust, and anxiety. The really big question was, what was she going to do about it? Technically, this was only the third time she and Adam were seeing each other. Coffee, dinner and a house tour, pizza and a movie. Was she willing to break her five-date rule? Was she strong enough to go back to kissing ( yes, please! ) and not melt into a puddle of sexual need at his feet?
One thing was for certain, she thought as she impatiently waited for Max to do his business – she sure as hell wasn’t going to find any answers out on her porch.
As it turned out, she wasn’t going to find any in her living room, either.
Chapter 14
A dam put the last of the throw pillows back on the couch with a little more force than necessary. He had turned the lights back on. The DVD was back in the case; the remnants of their little indoor picnic gathered and the immediate area tidied.
He was still reeling from that kiss. Though kiss seemed a woefully inadequate word for what they had done. He could still taste her on his lips, still feel the way she’d softened so readily for him. His thirty-two year old body felt eighteen again, hot and hard and pumped up with primal urges.
From a fucking kiss . It was unnerving as hell.
He didn’t have to turn around to know that Holly had returned; he could sense her. His cock twitched in welcome as she hovered in the archway separating the living space from the kitchen area, looking every bit as off-balance as he felt. It was that – that hint of vulnerability – that made up his mind for him.
“I should be going,” Adam said, his voice somewhat husky. His eyes flicked over her, but he didn’t hold her gaze. If he did, if he allowed himself to look into her eyes and see the passion burning just below the surface, he couldn’t be responsible for his actions. He wanted her with a ferocity that shook him to his core.
Disappointment and confusion flashed in her eyes as Holly accepted the empty popcorn bowls he thrust into her hand. “Okay.”
“I had a great time.” The words fell so far short of the mark that he winced. It sounded more like an insincere platitude than the heartfelt sentiment it was. The evening had been perfect, exactly what he needed after a long day of busting his ass. Holly had been perfect.
How was it that he felt so comfortable, so at peace around her when he hardly knew her? At least until he’d started kissing her. Then the comfort and peace burned up like dry tinder in the sudden flames consuming him from the inside out.
“Me, too.” He wondered if her answer was reflexive, or genuine. It was hard to tell. Her voice gave nothing away, and she was looking down at the bowls in her hands instead of at him so he couldn’t see her expressive eyes.
“Thanks for having me.” Shit! That sounded even worse. Forget eighteen. What was he, twelve?
“My pleasure.”
She walked him to the door and opened it, keeping her body slightly behind it as if subconsciously putting a barrier between them. Unlike the other night, she made no move to follow him out onto the porch.
Adam hesitated. Maybe he was making a big mistake. It wasn’t like him to panic like that. Maybe he just needed to take a breath and follow his instincts. And she had been right there with him – he was sure of it.
Holly made the decision for him. “Drive safely.”
Holly made the decision for him. Nodding his head, he turned and walked out to his truck. This time, when he looked in the rearview mirror on his way out, he didn’t see her watching him go.
Well, shit.
***
H olly didn’t hear from Adam for the
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