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upper lip, soft in comparison to the firmness of his mouth. He always showered before dinner, and he smelled of soap and masculinity, a tantalizing combination that made her want to get closer still, until not even a shadow could find its way between them.
This was what she'd wanted since they'd met, what they'd both wanted. Giving in to the urge that had haunted her all week, Megan let her hand slide upward, her fingers slipping into the thick darkness of his hair. She felt as if she'd waited her entire Ufe for this kiss, this moment. This man.
She tasted every bit as sweet as he'd imagined, Kel thought, half in despair. He'd ahnost managed to
convince himself that one taste would be all he'd need. Once he'd kissed her, satisfied the sexual curiosity that had plagued him since she'd walked into the restaurant in Casper, he'd be satisfied. The tension would be broken and he would no longer be contemplating cold showers in the middle of the night. He'd almost believed it.
And then she'd melted into his arms, her slender body fitting itself to his as if made to be there. He could feel the fullness of her breasts against the muscled wall of his chest, and the softness of her belly cushioned the hardness of his arousal. And he knew one kiss would never be enough. A kiss would only serve to whet his appetite, a teasing taste of what could be.
He groaned against her mouth and widened his stance, drawing her forward so that she was cradled against his aching arousal. He groaned again when he felt the shiver that went through her. God, she was every bit as responsive as he'd dreamed.
His tongue traced the seam of her lips and she opened to him immediately. Kel wondered if he'd died and gone to heaven, because it didn't seem possible that anything this side of the pearly gates could taste as sweet as the damp softness of her tongue against his. On the other hand, what he was feeling now was way too carnal to have anything to do with heaven.
There was a big leather sofa only a few short steps away, a sly voice whispered in his ear. The thought of easing her down on it, feeling her slim body sink into the smooth black leather as he followed her down had his pulse drumming in his temples. The desk was even
closer, he thought as he flattened his palm against her back. A swe^ of his arm would clear its surface in an instant.
Megan's fingers curled into the thick darkness of Kel's hair as the world spun around her. The thrust of his tongue in her mouth, the feel of his big body against hers—those were the only things that were real to her at the moment.
She'd been kissed before but it had never been like this. She'd never had this feeling of losing herself in a man's touch, of giving up control of herself to him. If he chose to lay her on the floor and take her right then and there, she wasn't sure she would have lifted a finger in protest.
When she felt Kel begin to break off the kiss, she couldn't prevent a small whimper of protest, her lips clinging to his for a moment. She was reluctant to let him go, to let reality return.
Her fingers slipped from his hair as he eased her down until she felt the floor under her heels again. Kel's hands lingered on her for a moment longer, steadying her, before being withdrawn, leaving her standing on her own.
Her eyelids felt weighted and it took a conscious effort to lift them. His face was all hard planes and angles in the lamplight. The blatant hunger in his emerald eyes did nothing to put strength into her knees. Her gaze dropped to his mouth, but that was no better. She could still feel the gentle abrasion of his mustache against her skin, the warm heat of his mouth on hers.
He was so close. She only had to lean forward for them to be touching. The thought made her feel dizzy. What was happening to her? What had almost happened here? If he hadn't drawn back, would she have gathered her senses in time to stop what was happening? Would she even have wanted to? And how on earth was
This was what she'd wanted since they'd met, what they'd both wanted. Giving in to the urge that had haunted her all week, Megan let her hand slide upward, her fingers slipping into the thick darkness of his hair. She felt as if she'd waited her entire Ufe for this kiss, this moment. This man.
She tasted every bit as sweet as he'd imagined, Kel thought, half in despair. He'd ahnost managed to
convince himself that one taste would be all he'd need. Once he'd kissed her, satisfied the sexual curiosity that had plagued him since she'd walked into the restaurant in Casper, he'd be satisfied. The tension would be broken and he would no longer be contemplating cold showers in the middle of the night. He'd almost believed it.
And then she'd melted into his arms, her slender body fitting itself to his as if made to be there. He could feel the fullness of her breasts against the muscled wall of his chest, and the softness of her belly cushioned the hardness of his arousal. And he knew one kiss would never be enough. A kiss would only serve to whet his appetite, a teasing taste of what could be.
He groaned against her mouth and widened his stance, drawing her forward so that she was cradled against his aching arousal. He groaned again when he felt the shiver that went through her. God, she was every bit as responsive as he'd dreamed.
His tongue traced the seam of her lips and she opened to him immediately. Kel wondered if he'd died and gone to heaven, because it didn't seem possible that anything this side of the pearly gates could taste as sweet as the damp softness of her tongue against his. On the other hand, what he was feeling now was way too carnal to have anything to do with heaven.
There was a big leather sofa only a few short steps away, a sly voice whispered in his ear. The thought of easing her down on it, feeling her slim body sink into the smooth black leather as he followed her down had his pulse drumming in his temples. The desk was even
closer, he thought as he flattened his palm against her back. A swe^ of his arm would clear its surface in an instant.
Megan's fingers curled into the thick darkness of Kel's hair as the world spun around her. The thrust of his tongue in her mouth, the feel of his big body against hers—those were the only things that were real to her at the moment.
She'd been kissed before but it had never been like this. She'd never had this feeling of losing herself in a man's touch, of giving up control of herself to him. If he chose to lay her on the floor and take her right then and there, she wasn't sure she would have lifted a finger in protest.
When she felt Kel begin to break off the kiss, she couldn't prevent a small whimper of protest, her lips clinging to his for a moment. She was reluctant to let him go, to let reality return.
Her fingers slipped from his hair as he eased her down until she felt the floor under her heels again. Kel's hands lingered on her for a moment longer, steadying her, before being withdrawn, leaving her standing on her own.
Her eyelids felt weighted and it took a conscious effort to lift them. His face was all hard planes and angles in the lamplight. The blatant hunger in his emerald eyes did nothing to put strength into her knees. Her gaze dropped to his mouth, but that was no better. She could still feel the gentle abrasion of his mustache against her skin, the warm heat of his mouth on hers.
He was so close. She only had to lean forward for them to be touching. The thought made her feel dizzy. What was happening to her? What had almost happened here? If he hadn't drawn back, would she have gathered her senses in time to stop what was happening? Would she even have wanted to? And how on earth was
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