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Authors: Iris Blobel
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My head’s telling me to listen to my coach, but my heart’s really grateful for your help. Halfway, they clash and the result is crap coming out of my mouth.”
Hearing her laugh relaxed him a bit. She had the most beautiful laugh. Then, without thinking, he leaned in and touched her lips with his in a short, sweet kiss. He didn’t know he was still capable of such a kiss, filled with gentleness and not lust. Restraining the surge of need that rushed through him, he backed away and met her gaze.
***
Tamara had the best intentions to protest, right up until his mouth touched hers. The second she felt his warm lips on hers, her heart began to beat faster in her chest and wanting exploded inside her. Her hands fisted in his shirt as she melted against him.
Oliver slowly broke off the kiss, leaving their lips still touching before he finally pulled away.
She stepped away from him, because she couldn’t think when he was that close. “I can’t do this,” she whispered.
“Think of it as the entrée for the meal.”
Tamara met his gaze again. “That’s what you think I am? The entrée of a meal?”
He let out a deep sigh. “There’s no winning with you. Everything I say you just twist and turn.”
She knew he was right and wanted to apologise. “It’s hard to move on and sometimes…” She hesitated. “Sometimes, it’s easier to offend people so they leave me alone.”
Nodding, he pulled her in again.
“But as much as I try to offend you, you’re like a boomerang. You just keep coming back.” A smile tugged at her lips. “And I somehow have the impression you like women. As in lots of them. It’s kinda…scary.”
His husky laugh sent shivers down her spine.
Trying to ignore her body’s reaction to him, she continued. “And when you mentioned your heart, it sounded like you’re mocking me.”
His laugh stilled, and for a few moments there was a silence between them. “I’d never hurt you,” he whispered “I know what it’s like to lose someone, especially to lose someone close. I haven’t always been the Casanova everyone thinks I am.”
“So you are a womaniser?”
Oliver chuckled. “I’m not. I do admit, however, I like the company of a nice woman.”
The honesty of his words surprised her. Tamara considered his words when she suddenly realised what he’d said. Reading between the lines, did he lose someone dear as well?
She opened her mouth to ask when she felt his lips touching hers again.
“You’d better get the meat and vegies. I’ll even help you cook,” he whispered against her lips.
Hardly able to breathe or think rationally while being so close to him, she let him place his arm around her waist, his thumb gently stroking her back.
All she was able to come up with was, “Do you have any pots and pans?”
Cocking a questioning eyebrow at her, he replied, “I do eat. And I happen to be a good cook.”
Amused, she looked around, and for the first time she noticed that the kitchen was indeed equipped with the latest appliances. She was impressed.
“So meat and vegies aren’t really on your daily menu, right?”
“Hey,” he said as he placed a finger under her chin to turn her face towards him. “The best meals are the ones you don’t have to cook yourself.” A grin spread across his face that made her unsure whether he was teasing her or not. Again. But she let it go. Instead, she went over to the big bookshelf in the corner. It looked completely out of place in the mainly white and cream coloured kitchen. The bright light reflected on the polished surface of the massive mahogany wood shelf, and Tamara walked over to inspect what kind of books he kept there.
“It’s a bit unusual to have a bookshelf in the kitchen,” she said as she ran her finger along the books. There were quite a nice number of cookbooks, obviously heaps of books on sport, training, fitness, and special diet. Back in the corner were a few travel guides.
“Do you like
Hearing her laugh relaxed him a bit. She had the most beautiful laugh. Then, without thinking, he leaned in and touched her lips with his in a short, sweet kiss. He didn’t know he was still capable of such a kiss, filled with gentleness and not lust. Restraining the surge of need that rushed through him, he backed away and met her gaze.
***
Tamara had the best intentions to protest, right up until his mouth touched hers. The second she felt his warm lips on hers, her heart began to beat faster in her chest and wanting exploded inside her. Her hands fisted in his shirt as she melted against him.
Oliver slowly broke off the kiss, leaving their lips still touching before he finally pulled away.
She stepped away from him, because she couldn’t think when he was that close. “I can’t do this,” she whispered.
“Think of it as the entrée for the meal.”
Tamara met his gaze again. “That’s what you think I am? The entrée of a meal?”
He let out a deep sigh. “There’s no winning with you. Everything I say you just twist and turn.”
She knew he was right and wanted to apologise. “It’s hard to move on and sometimes…” She hesitated. “Sometimes, it’s easier to offend people so they leave me alone.”
Nodding, he pulled her in again.
“But as much as I try to offend you, you’re like a boomerang. You just keep coming back.” A smile tugged at her lips. “And I somehow have the impression you like women. As in lots of them. It’s kinda…scary.”
His husky laugh sent shivers down her spine.
Trying to ignore her body’s reaction to him, she continued. “And when you mentioned your heart, it sounded like you’re mocking me.”
His laugh stilled, and for a few moments there was a silence between them. “I’d never hurt you,” he whispered “I know what it’s like to lose someone, especially to lose someone close. I haven’t always been the Casanova everyone thinks I am.”
“So you are a womaniser?”
Oliver chuckled. “I’m not. I do admit, however, I like the company of a nice woman.”
The honesty of his words surprised her. Tamara considered his words when she suddenly realised what he’d said. Reading between the lines, did he lose someone dear as well?
She opened her mouth to ask when she felt his lips touching hers again.
“You’d better get the meat and vegies. I’ll even help you cook,” he whispered against her lips.
Hardly able to breathe or think rationally while being so close to him, she let him place his arm around her waist, his thumb gently stroking her back.
All she was able to come up with was, “Do you have any pots and pans?”
Cocking a questioning eyebrow at her, he replied, “I do eat. And I happen to be a good cook.”
Amused, she looked around, and for the first time she noticed that the kitchen was indeed equipped with the latest appliances. She was impressed.
“So meat and vegies aren’t really on your daily menu, right?”
“Hey,” he said as he placed a finger under her chin to turn her face towards him. “The best meals are the ones you don’t have to cook yourself.” A grin spread across his face that made her unsure whether he was teasing her or not. Again. But she let it go. Instead, she went over to the big bookshelf in the corner. It looked completely out of place in the mainly white and cream coloured kitchen. The bright light reflected on the polished surface of the massive mahogany wood shelf, and Tamara walked over to inspect what kind of books he kept there.
“It’s a bit unusual to have a bookshelf in the kitchen,” she said as she ran her finger along the books. There were quite a nice number of cookbooks, obviously heaps of books on sport, training, fitness, and special diet. Back in the corner were a few travel guides.
“Do you like
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