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but the closer he came, the more she couldn't resist him.
She wanted this, and at this moment, she thought he did too.
She felt her body melt into his instantly, her breath hitched, her heartbeat quickened. The anticipation enveloped them. Sweat peppered her upper lip as she licked them once. Their eyes met, their bodies met, and then…their lips met.
The world disappeared beneath her feet ; she gripped his arms first then slowly slid them upward.
S he met him halfway for the kiss that sizzled like an overcooked egg on a hot rock in the middle of summer. Only eggs weren't this good, she thought merrily. For a moment, the tension faded as feelings took hold. He rocked her soul into submission, and then his arms came around her so protectively. She thought he might be too forceful, but he held her so gently she could easily move away if she wanted to. But moving away was the last thing on her mind now. He embraced her like a China doll as his lips assuaged the age old ache between a man and a woman. At first, he barely seemed to touch her, but as the kiss deepened, he pulled her up hard against him.
The instant spark of the kiss sent a wave of currents through her. She needed to think, but her mind wasn't working, her body was.
The curiosity of what a kiss might taste like from Hank had danced in her mind for so long, but the reality of it made her quiver with new wants and needs. She was out of her own league with this cowboy, unprepared for his masterful touch. Her lips had gone to butter folding into his, and she let him sweep her into a private void.
His gentleness surprised her, delighted her. Her hands crept around his neck and her fingers slid into the silk of his hair at his nape. So soft—she barely had the mind to make notes. She heard his harsh breathing as he tried to stop the kiss from expanding into some sort of strange foreplay, but he didn't stop kissing her and she didn't want him to.
His lips were the softest thing about him, she soon realized as they parted hers. He held her so tight she could barely breathe , but she didn't need to breathe. She existed on the depth of the kiss and the way his hands molded her to him. She heard a strangled groan, but she didn't know if it came from her or him. The mindless prodding of his tongue, as it danced with hers, first slowly, then faster, the way his hands rubbed erotically against her back creating a friction of their own; she was mindless, wordless, and all his for the moment.
Until she suddenly realized she wanted more, much more from Hank. That realization shocked her back to reality. She pulled out of his arms, and backed away, staring at him as though he'd suddenly grown two heads.
"That shouldn't have happened…" he uttered.
"No…I guess it shouldn't." She turned and ran away.
She'd never been kissed so thoroughly in her life and she wasn't sure she could walk away unscathed.
"Get in the house… now !" he shouted without looking straight at her.
"But…"
"Now, Letty!" he demanded. She obeyed. She ran, as the tears streamed down her face.
Why did he act as though he'd done something wrong, when her heart told her he'd done something very right ? She felt the sting of his words. He had taken the most beautiful moment of her life and turned it into some mishap. How could that be?
What had just happened? And why did she feel as though she'd done something so wrong when what he made her feel was definitely so right?
This morning, a ll she wanted or expected was to meet his grandmother. The kiss was the last thing she dreamed or hoped might happen between them. If he could make her lose control so easily with a mere kiss, she was in big trouble. If that was just a sample, she wanted the whole package. Her dreams and imaginings were never as good as that kiss.
H er heart swelled with the knowledge that Hank wanted her in the most basic of ways. But did he want her heart?
There were no bones about it, she'd have to find out!
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She wanted this, and at this moment, she thought he did too.
She felt her body melt into his instantly, her breath hitched, her heartbeat quickened. The anticipation enveloped them. Sweat peppered her upper lip as she licked them once. Their eyes met, their bodies met, and then…their lips met.
The world disappeared beneath her feet ; she gripped his arms first then slowly slid them upward.
S he met him halfway for the kiss that sizzled like an overcooked egg on a hot rock in the middle of summer. Only eggs weren't this good, she thought merrily. For a moment, the tension faded as feelings took hold. He rocked her soul into submission, and then his arms came around her so protectively. She thought he might be too forceful, but he held her so gently she could easily move away if she wanted to. But moving away was the last thing on her mind now. He embraced her like a China doll as his lips assuaged the age old ache between a man and a woman. At first, he barely seemed to touch her, but as the kiss deepened, he pulled her up hard against him.
The instant spark of the kiss sent a wave of currents through her. She needed to think, but her mind wasn't working, her body was.
The curiosity of what a kiss might taste like from Hank had danced in her mind for so long, but the reality of it made her quiver with new wants and needs. She was out of her own league with this cowboy, unprepared for his masterful touch. Her lips had gone to butter folding into his, and she let him sweep her into a private void.
His gentleness surprised her, delighted her. Her hands crept around his neck and her fingers slid into the silk of his hair at his nape. So soft—she barely had the mind to make notes. She heard his harsh breathing as he tried to stop the kiss from expanding into some sort of strange foreplay, but he didn't stop kissing her and she didn't want him to.
His lips were the softest thing about him, she soon realized as they parted hers. He held her so tight she could barely breathe , but she didn't need to breathe. She existed on the depth of the kiss and the way his hands molded her to him. She heard a strangled groan, but she didn't know if it came from her or him. The mindless prodding of his tongue, as it danced with hers, first slowly, then faster, the way his hands rubbed erotically against her back creating a friction of their own; she was mindless, wordless, and all his for the moment.
Until she suddenly realized she wanted more, much more from Hank. That realization shocked her back to reality. She pulled out of his arms, and backed away, staring at him as though he'd suddenly grown two heads.
"That shouldn't have happened…" he uttered.
"No…I guess it shouldn't." She turned and ran away.
She'd never been kissed so thoroughly in her life and she wasn't sure she could walk away unscathed.
"Get in the house… now !" he shouted without looking straight at her.
"But…"
"Now, Letty!" he demanded. She obeyed. She ran, as the tears streamed down her face.
Why did he act as though he'd done something wrong, when her heart told her he'd done something very right ? She felt the sting of his words. He had taken the most beautiful moment of her life and turned it into some mishap. How could that be?
What had just happened? And why did she feel as though she'd done something so wrong when what he made her feel was definitely so right?
This morning, a ll she wanted or expected was to meet his grandmother. The kiss was the last thing she dreamed or hoped might happen between them. If he could make her lose control so easily with a mere kiss, she was in big trouble. If that was just a sample, she wanted the whole package. Her dreams and imaginings were never as good as that kiss.
H er heart swelled with the knowledge that Hank wanted her in the most basic of ways. But did he want her heart?
There were no bones about it, she'd have to find out!
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