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absurd it was to be asked to kiss someone you really had no reason to be kissing.
The chorus rose to a crescendo all of a sudden, deafening her clamoring heartbeat. “Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!”
Her color rose as Landon took her champagne flute and set it aside. “Well, Beth.”
It was inevitable.
“If there are any doubts left, we might as well dispel them.”
Of course, she should take one for the team, do this for David…
The pressure of his fingers on her back brought her one step closer to him. Their eyes met. He smiled down at her, but his gaze held a warning. A request to comply.
His eyes were heat and flames; black coals burning. It’s all for show, all for show —Beth recited the thought like a mantra— sliding your hand into his, your legs turning to syrup, not remembering why you’re here, it’s all for show.
She suppressed a tremble as he ducked his head, still smiling.
She wanted to smile like him, but couldn’t. It was an act, it had to be, how she parted her lips and waited for his mouth. He breathed in her ear. “Easy.”
She wanted to melt.
The way he concentrated on her mouth made her go hot.
Their lips touched. His brushed over hers at first, a wistful, feathery touch that sent her control careening down a precipice she feared she’d never recover. She held her breath until her lungs burned and found her fingers digging into his shoulders.
He didn’t have to put his hands, warm and strong, on the sides of her face as he kissed her.
He didn’t have to smell like he did, or brush her lips so exquisitely.
He didn’t have to slide his tongue inside, but he did.
Desire hit her like a cannon blast, making her legs tremble. She gripped him harder and he slanted his head, in command as his mouth closed over hers, taking hers, leading. Wow, he deserved an Oscar. She believed that kiss to be as real as the reporters believed it, as real as her skyrocketing pulse. It wasn’t a messy kiss, it was soft, long and warm, and it was heartbreaking.
Because she’d wanted it since the moment she’d seen him come to her rescue after the Hector debacle. She’d wanted it since he’d helped her to her feet, his body a fortress of strength and warmth. She’d wanted it since the first reporter suggested they kiss and he’d pretended ignorance.
God, maybe she’d wanted it forever.
He didn’t end the kiss abruptly, but quietly, his mouth lingering over hers, as though still not ready to detach, their breaths mingling as, inch by inch, he drew back. She almost moaned, her lips burned, her body burned, the heights of need to which he’d sent her unimaginable.
Slowly, Landon adjusted their stance, shifting so that she covered his hardness with her rear.
Noticing she was flustered, he waved a commanding hand at the press. “Enough. That’s enough pictures tonight.”
The flashes stopped. Photographers stepped back a few paces, but Landon didn’t allow Beth the same luxury; his big hand rested on her hip proprietarily. His fingers bit into her skin, keeping her against him.
When the reporters dispersed, Beth wiggled free, avoiding his gaze, then snatched another champagne glass and went behind the safety of a twisting oak. Cloaked in shadows, she slumped against the tree trunk and blinked into the darkness.
How could a man kiss like that? She’d felt stroked all over, indecently stroked. She’d never been so aware of having such sensitive, eager nipples.
She kept telling herself that having sex with him would be a bad idea, a risky venture, one where if she ended up pregnant, he’d take her child just like Hector had. But even as her mind raced with protests, the other side of her brain already formulated a list of ways to avoid pregnancy while bringing their passion to fruition.
Damn. How was she supposed to say no to a guy who kissed like a volcanic avalanche?
She exhaled a breath she’d been holding, tightened her hold on her glass. She felt…helpless. Resented having to
The chorus rose to a crescendo all of a sudden, deafening her clamoring heartbeat. “Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!”
Her color rose as Landon took her champagne flute and set it aside. “Well, Beth.”
It was inevitable.
“If there are any doubts left, we might as well dispel them.”
Of course, she should take one for the team, do this for David…
The pressure of his fingers on her back brought her one step closer to him. Their eyes met. He smiled down at her, but his gaze held a warning. A request to comply.
His eyes were heat and flames; black coals burning. It’s all for show, all for show —Beth recited the thought like a mantra— sliding your hand into his, your legs turning to syrup, not remembering why you’re here, it’s all for show.
She suppressed a tremble as he ducked his head, still smiling.
She wanted to smile like him, but couldn’t. It was an act, it had to be, how she parted her lips and waited for his mouth. He breathed in her ear. “Easy.”
She wanted to melt.
The way he concentrated on her mouth made her go hot.
Their lips touched. His brushed over hers at first, a wistful, feathery touch that sent her control careening down a precipice she feared she’d never recover. She held her breath until her lungs burned and found her fingers digging into his shoulders.
He didn’t have to put his hands, warm and strong, on the sides of her face as he kissed her.
He didn’t have to smell like he did, or brush her lips so exquisitely.
He didn’t have to slide his tongue inside, but he did.
Desire hit her like a cannon blast, making her legs tremble. She gripped him harder and he slanted his head, in command as his mouth closed over hers, taking hers, leading. Wow, he deserved an Oscar. She believed that kiss to be as real as the reporters believed it, as real as her skyrocketing pulse. It wasn’t a messy kiss, it was soft, long and warm, and it was heartbreaking.
Because she’d wanted it since the moment she’d seen him come to her rescue after the Hector debacle. She’d wanted it since he’d helped her to her feet, his body a fortress of strength and warmth. She’d wanted it since the first reporter suggested they kiss and he’d pretended ignorance.
God, maybe she’d wanted it forever.
He didn’t end the kiss abruptly, but quietly, his mouth lingering over hers, as though still not ready to detach, their breaths mingling as, inch by inch, he drew back. She almost moaned, her lips burned, her body burned, the heights of need to which he’d sent her unimaginable.
Slowly, Landon adjusted their stance, shifting so that she covered his hardness with her rear.
Noticing she was flustered, he waved a commanding hand at the press. “Enough. That’s enough pictures tonight.”
The flashes stopped. Photographers stepped back a few paces, but Landon didn’t allow Beth the same luxury; his big hand rested on her hip proprietarily. His fingers bit into her skin, keeping her against him.
When the reporters dispersed, Beth wiggled free, avoiding his gaze, then snatched another champagne glass and went behind the safety of a twisting oak. Cloaked in shadows, she slumped against the tree trunk and blinked into the darkness.
How could a man kiss like that? She’d felt stroked all over, indecently stroked. She’d never been so aware of having such sensitive, eager nipples.
She kept telling herself that having sex with him would be a bad idea, a risky venture, one where if she ended up pregnant, he’d take her child just like Hector had. But even as her mind raced with protests, the other side of her brain already formulated a list of ways to avoid pregnancy while bringing their passion to fruition.
Damn. How was she supposed to say no to a guy who kissed like a volcanic avalanche?
She exhaled a breath she’d been holding, tightened her hold on her glass. She felt…helpless. Resented having to
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