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spilled across the sidewalk and onto the bottom of Quinn’s pants and the toes of Lucy’s shoes. She shook her head and opened her purse. “I don’t know you well enough to make another exception for you.”
“I can solve that problem right now.” He took her purse, snapped it closed, and tossed it on the top of her car.
She looked up into the darkened shadows of his face. “What are you doing?”
He slid his hands up her arms and across her shoulders. His fingers plowed up through her hair, and he held the back of her head. “Something I’ve wanted to do all night,” he said just above a whisper as his mouth descended toward hers. She put her hands on his chest, meaning to stop him. Then he said, “The second you walked into the bar, I wanted to kiss you,” and she forgot about stopping. He gently pulled her head backward, and her lips parted. “Starting right here. With your mouth.”
Lucy’s hands opened and closed on his sweater, over the hard muscles of his chest. His lips pressed into hers, a warm, irresistible possession. Her palms slid to his shoulders and she held on as his slick tongue entered her mouth, teasing and coaxing a response. He tasted a little like the beer he’d drunk, but mostly like a man with sex on his mind. She should have been alarmed, and she was. But mostly because she liked the taste in her mouth. Like something hot and delicious, it poured through her and warmed the pit of her stomach. Her toes curled inside her Donald J. Pliner pumps, and her fingers dug into the weave of his sweater. His hands never left the back of her head. His mouth never left hers, yet she felt the kiss everywhere. His wet mouth ate at hers, devouring all rational thought and turning on every cell in her body. She hardly knew him, but she didn’t care much as he fed her kisses that left her feeling consumed, burned alive right there on the sidewalk of downtown Boise. She moaned and leaned into him.
He lifted his face and spoke just above her moist mouth. “See me again.”
It wasn’t a question, and she nodded. “Okay.”
“Monday.”
“Okay.”
He dropped his arms and took a step back. Dazed, she stared into the variegated shadows of his face and raised a hand to the tender skin below her bottom lip where his chin had abraded her. She wondered if he’d left a mark.
“Did I hurt you?”
The little patch felt raw to the touch. “I’m okay.”
He placed his fingers beneath her chin and tilted her face toward the streetlight. His thumb brushed her jaw, and he leaned forward to lightly kiss just below her bottom lip. “I’m sorry.” She felt his whispered breath on her skin. The warmth of it brushed her chin and slid down the side of her throat. “I got a little carried away.”
She closed her eyes and waited for the return of his mouth to hers.
“Lucy.”
“Yes.”
“Either you leave now, by yourself. Or you leave with me.” He stepped back and cold air separated his chest from the front of her coat but did little to cool her heated cheeks. “What’s it going to be?”
Lucy opened her eyes and cleared her throat. “I’m leaving.” She did not believe in love at first sight. “By myself.” She left that up to romantics and romance writers like Clare. But lust…lust was different. Lust at first sight was something that Lucy did believe in. She was staring it right in the face. It heated her blood, pooled in the pit of her stomach, and made her want to follow wherever Quinn might want to take her. Instead she turned and reached for her purse.
One kiss had sucked out her rationality and reason. She was going to see Quinn again. She hadn’t meant to say yes when there were so many good reasons to say no. She didn’t really know him and didn’t know if she believed half of what he said. There was something about him that was just a little too intense. Something that told her he was moving too fast. There was something wrong. Something she just couldn’t see, but for
“I can solve that problem right now.” He took her purse, snapped it closed, and tossed it on the top of her car.
She looked up into the darkened shadows of his face. “What are you doing?”
He slid his hands up her arms and across her shoulders. His fingers plowed up through her hair, and he held the back of her head. “Something I’ve wanted to do all night,” he said just above a whisper as his mouth descended toward hers. She put her hands on his chest, meaning to stop him. Then he said, “The second you walked into the bar, I wanted to kiss you,” and she forgot about stopping. He gently pulled her head backward, and her lips parted. “Starting right here. With your mouth.”
Lucy’s hands opened and closed on his sweater, over the hard muscles of his chest. His lips pressed into hers, a warm, irresistible possession. Her palms slid to his shoulders and she held on as his slick tongue entered her mouth, teasing and coaxing a response. He tasted a little like the beer he’d drunk, but mostly like a man with sex on his mind. She should have been alarmed, and she was. But mostly because she liked the taste in her mouth. Like something hot and delicious, it poured through her and warmed the pit of her stomach. Her toes curled inside her Donald J. Pliner pumps, and her fingers dug into the weave of his sweater. His hands never left the back of her head. His mouth never left hers, yet she felt the kiss everywhere. His wet mouth ate at hers, devouring all rational thought and turning on every cell in her body. She hardly knew him, but she didn’t care much as he fed her kisses that left her feeling consumed, burned alive right there on the sidewalk of downtown Boise. She moaned and leaned into him.
He lifted his face and spoke just above her moist mouth. “See me again.”
It wasn’t a question, and she nodded. “Okay.”
“Monday.”
“Okay.”
He dropped his arms and took a step back. Dazed, she stared into the variegated shadows of his face and raised a hand to the tender skin below her bottom lip where his chin had abraded her. She wondered if he’d left a mark.
“Did I hurt you?”
The little patch felt raw to the touch. “I’m okay.”
He placed his fingers beneath her chin and tilted her face toward the streetlight. His thumb brushed her jaw, and he leaned forward to lightly kiss just below her bottom lip. “I’m sorry.” She felt his whispered breath on her skin. The warmth of it brushed her chin and slid down the side of her throat. “I got a little carried away.”
She closed her eyes and waited for the return of his mouth to hers.
“Lucy.”
“Yes.”
“Either you leave now, by yourself. Or you leave with me.” He stepped back and cold air separated his chest from the front of her coat but did little to cool her heated cheeks. “What’s it going to be?”
Lucy opened her eyes and cleared her throat. “I’m leaving.” She did not believe in love at first sight. “By myself.” She left that up to romantics and romance writers like Clare. But lust…lust was different. Lust at first sight was something that Lucy did believe in. She was staring it right in the face. It heated her blood, pooled in the pit of her stomach, and made her want to follow wherever Quinn might want to take her. Instead she turned and reached for her purse.
One kiss had sucked out her rationality and reason. She was going to see Quinn again. She hadn’t meant to say yes when there were so many good reasons to say no. She didn’t really know him and didn’t know if she believed half of what he said. There was something about him that was just a little too intense. Something that told her he was moving too fast. There was something wrong. Something she just couldn’t see, but for
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