Reaching for the fork, she frowned as Keenan took it from her and put it aside. He picked up a piece of fruit with his fingers. Shrugging, Julianne reached for a piece.
“Uh-uh. Let me feed you.” He squeezed her gently.
He raised fruit to her mouth. Opening, Julianne suckled in the sweet piece of pineapple. The taste filled her mouth. Licking, she moaned as the slight calluses on his fingers abraded her tongue. She could imagine how they would feel on her skin. Keenan lowered his fingers. Another piece of fruit came to her lips. She opened and bit down on the mango. It was crisp and delicious. Keenan ran his finger over her lip. Julianne groaned softly. Keenan trying to be a gentleman was going to kill her. She wanted to kiss him so badly.
Why the hell can’t I? Before the thought could finish, she turned fully to face him, kneeling between his legs. She put down the container of fruit salad. Cupping his face, she closed her lips over his. Keenan opened to her. Stroking her tongue into the hot cavern of his mouth, she pressed against his body, kissing him hungrily. His shiver moved against her body. Groaning, Julianne deepened the kiss. The taste of him was intoxicating. His lips were firm, yet soft, against hers.
Keenan made a rough sound and took over the kiss. He softened it, gently stroking his tongue against hers. Firm hands held her hips, pulling her against his large frame. Slowly, he withdrew, touching every part of the inside her mouth. Blearily, she opened her lids. She didn’t even remember closing her eyes. All her senses seemed muffled. Light green eyes studied her with possessiveness. This time it thrilled her. His fingers stoked along her sides. Suddenly, she became aware that she had straddled his lap. His erection pressed between their clothed bodies. She wanted to strip him bare and have him. She whimpered, putting her forehead against his. They couldn’t. They might be parked a distance away from others, but there were still people around and a chance of being seen.
She moved to get off him.
“You’re fine right here.” Keenan held her in place.
“I…we…can’t. There are people here,” Julianne said in frustration.
“So? I’m not going to strip you and take you. I want to feel you against me, just like this. Think of this as building anticipation.” His dark murmur seemed to go straight to where she wanted him.
“Your control must be better than mine,” Julianne moaned.
“Sometimes. I enjoy extended foreplay. And know that, when I have you, I’m going to want to take my time and explore every inch of your satiny skin. Taste and smell”—he inhaled deeply—“the honeysuckle and peaches scent that clings to you.”
Julianne shuddered. “Oh…God. You’re driving me crazy. I’m not normally like this,” she cried, frustrated.
“I know.”
The surety of his tone surprised her. Julianne looked at him in question.
“You said you didn’t date. Even if you did, I don’t see you as a woman that would be all over any man on the first date, or jump into bed with them.” He shrugged.
“Boy, am I proving you wrong there. Acting like a wanton hussy.” Julianne rolled her eyes.
“No, you’re not. I’m just irresistible.” He smiled wickedly.
“And humble, too.” Julianne laughed.
“On occasion. Seriously, though, I don’t know about you, but the first time I saw you there was an instant attraction…but also this feeling of knowing. Like we’ve known each for a long time. Talking with you, teasing, and just being with you is so easy. I can’t explain.” He sounded befuddled.
Julianne was amazed. He’d said what she couldn’t seem to articulate. It was the same thing she’d felt when she had talked with him in her office, then again when they had been skating. They had fallen into an easy camaraderie of flirting and playful comfortableness with each other. It was strange and baffling. She couldn’t seem to figure him out.
“Glad to know I’m not the
“Uh-uh. Let me feed you.” He squeezed her gently.
He raised fruit to her mouth. Opening, Julianne suckled in the sweet piece of pineapple. The taste filled her mouth. Licking, she moaned as the slight calluses on his fingers abraded her tongue. She could imagine how they would feel on her skin. Keenan lowered his fingers. Another piece of fruit came to her lips. She opened and bit down on the mango. It was crisp and delicious. Keenan ran his finger over her lip. Julianne groaned softly. Keenan trying to be a gentleman was going to kill her. She wanted to kiss him so badly.
Why the hell can’t I? Before the thought could finish, she turned fully to face him, kneeling between his legs. She put down the container of fruit salad. Cupping his face, she closed her lips over his. Keenan opened to her. Stroking her tongue into the hot cavern of his mouth, she pressed against his body, kissing him hungrily. His shiver moved against her body. Groaning, Julianne deepened the kiss. The taste of him was intoxicating. His lips were firm, yet soft, against hers.
Keenan made a rough sound and took over the kiss. He softened it, gently stroking his tongue against hers. Firm hands held her hips, pulling her against his large frame. Slowly, he withdrew, touching every part of the inside her mouth. Blearily, she opened her lids. She didn’t even remember closing her eyes. All her senses seemed muffled. Light green eyes studied her with possessiveness. This time it thrilled her. His fingers stoked along her sides. Suddenly, she became aware that she had straddled his lap. His erection pressed between their clothed bodies. She wanted to strip him bare and have him. She whimpered, putting her forehead against his. They couldn’t. They might be parked a distance away from others, but there were still people around and a chance of being seen.
She moved to get off him.
“You’re fine right here.” Keenan held her in place.
“I…we…can’t. There are people here,” Julianne said in frustration.
“So? I’m not going to strip you and take you. I want to feel you against me, just like this. Think of this as building anticipation.” His dark murmur seemed to go straight to where she wanted him.
“Your control must be better than mine,” Julianne moaned.
“Sometimes. I enjoy extended foreplay. And know that, when I have you, I’m going to want to take my time and explore every inch of your satiny skin. Taste and smell”—he inhaled deeply—“the honeysuckle and peaches scent that clings to you.”
Julianne shuddered. “Oh…God. You’re driving me crazy. I’m not normally like this,” she cried, frustrated.
“I know.”
The surety of his tone surprised her. Julianne looked at him in question.
“You said you didn’t date. Even if you did, I don’t see you as a woman that would be all over any man on the first date, or jump into bed with them.” He shrugged.
“Boy, am I proving you wrong there. Acting like a wanton hussy.” Julianne rolled her eyes.
“No, you’re not. I’m just irresistible.” He smiled wickedly.
“And humble, too.” Julianne laughed.
“On occasion. Seriously, though, I don’t know about you, but the first time I saw you there was an instant attraction…but also this feeling of knowing. Like we’ve known each for a long time. Talking with you, teasing, and just being with you is so easy. I can’t explain.” He sounded befuddled.
Julianne was amazed. He’d said what she couldn’t seem to articulate. It was the same thing she’d felt when she had talked with him in her office, then again when they had been skating. They had fallen into an easy camaraderie of flirting and playful comfortableness with each other. It was strange and baffling. She couldn’t seem to figure him out.
“Glad to know I’m not the
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