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soda. Then, using her newly freed fingers, she trailed a touch up his knee, not looking at him. Casually, she stroked his leg, hearing his breath catch when her fingers dipped in to run along the crease of his jeans.
He didn’t stop her, so her wandering hand became bolder.
Ending the pretense of casual touch while she watched the movie, she shifted her weight to focus on the man sitting in the darkness beside her. He kept pretending to watch the movie, but as she grazed her fingertips around the shell of his ear then along the hard line of his jaw, his breath hissed out.
Leaning closer, she traced his ear again, this time with her tongue, and his soft whisper slid across her skin. “I can’t pay attention to the movie when you’re doing that, Red.”
“Yeah?”
He turned his head, capturing her lips and tasting them. Tracing the seam, his tongue teased as he danced kisses along the corners of her mouth.
Then he melded their lips, feeding her hunger, and she was lost. His kiss was both so familiar and entirely new all at once. She wasn’t sure if she was starved for the memory of him or the present feel of him, and she determined she’d not break away until she figured out which.
Until a bright light glared beyond her eyelids.
Opening her eyes, she was blinded for a minute by the flashlight in the hand of the theater employee. “Jack?”
“James. How’s life?”
“I can’t believe you two are making out in a movie theater. Get a room. You’re a cop.” James, a kid that Chloe babysat for when he was little, flicked off the flashlight and strolled back down the aisle. “Thought you were a couple of horny teenagers, for God’s sake.”
Giggling, Chloe covered her mouth.
“Well, maybe a movie wasn’t the best idea, Chloe.”
Turning to face him, she tried to stifle her laughter. “Wanna go stargazing?”
“Naw. Let’s finish the movie.” Curling his arm around her, the rest of the movie went by in a blur. No one felt quite as comfortable as Jack did. When he took her home, she was silent for the ride.
Pretty secure that he was staying the night, she let him walk her to her door. When he spun her, pinning her to the door, and closed his mouth over hers, the kiss tasted like a victory.
Until he stepped back and said, “Goodnight, Red.”
As she watched him walk back to his truck, she unlocked the door. Making it inside, she drooped against the door once she closed it again.
Really?
He was just going home?
Peeking out the window, she saw his truck still idling outside.
Biting her lip, she mentally begged him to change his mind. Just turn off the truck and come back up the walk.
She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until she released it in a whoosh when the truck turned off and he turned the lights back off.
***
Resting his head on the steering wheel, he listened to the truck idle while his body and mind argued over his best course of action.
Every cell in his body cried out to stalk back up her walkway, pin her to the door and kiss her until her eyes went foggy.
His brain said the time wasn’t right yet—that he needed to wait her out. She meant more than hormones and hot skin. She was the woman he wanted to spend forever with.
His heart…
Aw, hell.
Turning off the engine, he covered the space between his truck and her door in record time. A spark of joy lit his soul when her door flipped back open before he could knock. She’d waited, watched, maybe hoped he’d come back.
Her face, the one that haunted his dreams and tempted him with what might have been, seemed full of questions. His only answer was to sling one arm around her waist, lifting her off her feet so he could kiss her with all the need and passion only she seemed able to stir.
A whimper sounded in the darkness, a tiny cry of need from the back of her throat, and he sank into her warmth, her welcome, and took what he’d so long craved.
Her passion.
She was liquid fire, a hot and needy woman
He didn’t stop her, so her wandering hand became bolder.
Ending the pretense of casual touch while she watched the movie, she shifted her weight to focus on the man sitting in the darkness beside her. He kept pretending to watch the movie, but as she grazed her fingertips around the shell of his ear then along the hard line of his jaw, his breath hissed out.
Leaning closer, she traced his ear again, this time with her tongue, and his soft whisper slid across her skin. “I can’t pay attention to the movie when you’re doing that, Red.”
“Yeah?”
He turned his head, capturing her lips and tasting them. Tracing the seam, his tongue teased as he danced kisses along the corners of her mouth.
Then he melded their lips, feeding her hunger, and she was lost. His kiss was both so familiar and entirely new all at once. She wasn’t sure if she was starved for the memory of him or the present feel of him, and she determined she’d not break away until she figured out which.
Until a bright light glared beyond her eyelids.
Opening her eyes, she was blinded for a minute by the flashlight in the hand of the theater employee. “Jack?”
“James. How’s life?”
“I can’t believe you two are making out in a movie theater. Get a room. You’re a cop.” James, a kid that Chloe babysat for when he was little, flicked off the flashlight and strolled back down the aisle. “Thought you were a couple of horny teenagers, for God’s sake.”
Giggling, Chloe covered her mouth.
“Well, maybe a movie wasn’t the best idea, Chloe.”
Turning to face him, she tried to stifle her laughter. “Wanna go stargazing?”
“Naw. Let’s finish the movie.” Curling his arm around her, the rest of the movie went by in a blur. No one felt quite as comfortable as Jack did. When he took her home, she was silent for the ride.
Pretty secure that he was staying the night, she let him walk her to her door. When he spun her, pinning her to the door, and closed his mouth over hers, the kiss tasted like a victory.
Until he stepped back and said, “Goodnight, Red.”
As she watched him walk back to his truck, she unlocked the door. Making it inside, she drooped against the door once she closed it again.
Really?
He was just going home?
Peeking out the window, she saw his truck still idling outside.
Biting her lip, she mentally begged him to change his mind. Just turn off the truck and come back up the walk.
She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until she released it in a whoosh when the truck turned off and he turned the lights back off.
***
Resting his head on the steering wheel, he listened to the truck idle while his body and mind argued over his best course of action.
Every cell in his body cried out to stalk back up her walkway, pin her to the door and kiss her until her eyes went foggy.
His brain said the time wasn’t right yet—that he needed to wait her out. She meant more than hormones and hot skin. She was the woman he wanted to spend forever with.
His heart…
Aw, hell.
Turning off the engine, he covered the space between his truck and her door in record time. A spark of joy lit his soul when her door flipped back open before he could knock. She’d waited, watched, maybe hoped he’d come back.
Her face, the one that haunted his dreams and tempted him with what might have been, seemed full of questions. His only answer was to sling one arm around her waist, lifting her off her feet so he could kiss her with all the need and passion only she seemed able to stir.
A whimper sounded in the darkness, a tiny cry of need from the back of her throat, and he sank into her warmth, her welcome, and took what he’d so long craved.
Her passion.
She was liquid fire, a hot and needy woman
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