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each other since we were kids. She was doing me a favor by going tonight. I'm not dating anyone at the moment . . . Are you ?"
Melanie swallowed again. "Um . . . no." She hadn't dated in a while. Work kept her pretty busy and content. Or it had up until now.
"Then how about it?" he asked. "Go with me tonight and be my date. We've worked hard together organizing the dance. You should be there. If you go, you'll get to see everyone's reaction to this winter wonderland of yours."
It was tempting, but wouldn't going with Blake be mixing business with pleasure? Professional with personal? "I don't have anything to wear," she said, stalling for time.
He held her away from him, keeping his hands on her shoulders, and looked her up and down. Admiration and desire gleamed in his oh-so-blue eyes. "You look great," he said after looking his fill. "Just wear what you've got on."
"No way," she said with a flustered laugh. "The Christmas Ball is a formal affair. I can't wear my work clothes."
"You look beautiful to me." He pulled her against him again and stared down into her eyes. "But then again, you always do." Bending his head, he kissed her.
What could a girl say to such an honest declaration as that? And how long had she dreamed of this moment? Melanie gave it up and draped her arms around his neck.
Blake kissed the corners of her mouth, brushing his lips against hers. Increasing the pressure, he urged her to open to him. Immediately, she parted her lips and rose up on tiptoe to meet his kiss. He gathered her closer, relishing the feel of her in his arms. He plunged his tongue inside her mouth, tangling with hers, devouring her sweetness. Dear mother of God . She was liquid fire beneath his sensual assault.
Melanie kissed him back hungrily. Her knees almost buckled as the passion exploded between them. Blake supported her in a strong embrace, his lips moving with tantalizing persuasion. A delicious languor stole over her, slowing down time and space. Even so, her senses were on the alert and she'd never felt so alive, so vibrant.
His hands slid down her back and cupped her butt, dragging her even closer until she was plastered to him. He ground his arousal against her and her panties dampened in readiness for this man's more intimate invasion. His breath was hot and heavy, his body hard against her soft. Melanie wished the kiss would never end. She wanted more, needed more. She'd never experienced anything quite like it. Damn, if his kiss affected her so strongly, what would it be like to actually make love with him?
When he felt Melanie wiggle against him, rubbing her torso against his shaft, Blake knew he had to end the kiss soon. Very soon. She was making him so hot he was close to saying to hell with it and just taking her here and now. Would she resist if he eased her onto one of those tables and unzipped his pants, flipped that skirt up and plunged himself inside her?
With infinite regret, Blake lifted his head and broke contact with those delectable lips. He continued holding Melanie in his arms and searched her face. Her eyes were still closed and her long lashes nestled against her creamy skin. After a long moment, she blinked and looked at him dreamily. It was all he could do not to kiss her all over again.
Suddenly, she stiffened in his arms, her eyes now opened wide, staring at him with wonder and maybe a little consternation, he couldn't really tell. Blake gave her a quick kiss, but couldn't make himself release his hold on her. Not yet. She felt too good to let go.
"I take it this means you'll go to the Christmas Ball with me?" he asked with a grin.
For a long drawn out moment, she didn't say anything. Then she smiled and nodded, and he nearly groaned with the pain throbbing in his groin. He'd have her in his bed soon. Maybe even tonight. He hoped to God it would be tonight.
****
Six hours later, Blake pulled his truck into the hotel parking lot and cut the engine. Melanie had agreed to be his date, but
Melanie swallowed again. "Um . . . no." She hadn't dated in a while. Work kept her pretty busy and content. Or it had up until now.
"Then how about it?" he asked. "Go with me tonight and be my date. We've worked hard together organizing the dance. You should be there. If you go, you'll get to see everyone's reaction to this winter wonderland of yours."
It was tempting, but wouldn't going with Blake be mixing business with pleasure? Professional with personal? "I don't have anything to wear," she said, stalling for time.
He held her away from him, keeping his hands on her shoulders, and looked her up and down. Admiration and desire gleamed in his oh-so-blue eyes. "You look great," he said after looking his fill. "Just wear what you've got on."
"No way," she said with a flustered laugh. "The Christmas Ball is a formal affair. I can't wear my work clothes."
"You look beautiful to me." He pulled her against him again and stared down into her eyes. "But then again, you always do." Bending his head, he kissed her.
What could a girl say to such an honest declaration as that? And how long had she dreamed of this moment? Melanie gave it up and draped her arms around his neck.
Blake kissed the corners of her mouth, brushing his lips against hers. Increasing the pressure, he urged her to open to him. Immediately, she parted her lips and rose up on tiptoe to meet his kiss. He gathered her closer, relishing the feel of her in his arms. He plunged his tongue inside her mouth, tangling with hers, devouring her sweetness. Dear mother of God . She was liquid fire beneath his sensual assault.
Melanie kissed him back hungrily. Her knees almost buckled as the passion exploded between them. Blake supported her in a strong embrace, his lips moving with tantalizing persuasion. A delicious languor stole over her, slowing down time and space. Even so, her senses were on the alert and she'd never felt so alive, so vibrant.
His hands slid down her back and cupped her butt, dragging her even closer until she was plastered to him. He ground his arousal against her and her panties dampened in readiness for this man's more intimate invasion. His breath was hot and heavy, his body hard against her soft. Melanie wished the kiss would never end. She wanted more, needed more. She'd never experienced anything quite like it. Damn, if his kiss affected her so strongly, what would it be like to actually make love with him?
When he felt Melanie wiggle against him, rubbing her torso against his shaft, Blake knew he had to end the kiss soon. Very soon. She was making him so hot he was close to saying to hell with it and just taking her here and now. Would she resist if he eased her onto one of those tables and unzipped his pants, flipped that skirt up and plunged himself inside her?
With infinite regret, Blake lifted his head and broke contact with those delectable lips. He continued holding Melanie in his arms and searched her face. Her eyes were still closed and her long lashes nestled against her creamy skin. After a long moment, she blinked and looked at him dreamily. It was all he could do not to kiss her all over again.
Suddenly, she stiffened in his arms, her eyes now opened wide, staring at him with wonder and maybe a little consternation, he couldn't really tell. Blake gave her a quick kiss, but couldn't make himself release his hold on her. Not yet. She felt too good to let go.
"I take it this means you'll go to the Christmas Ball with me?" he asked with a grin.
For a long drawn out moment, she didn't say anything. Then she smiled and nodded, and he nearly groaned with the pain throbbing in his groin. He'd have her in his bed soon. Maybe even tonight. He hoped to God it would be tonight.
****
Six hours later, Blake pulled his truck into the hotel parking lot and cut the engine. Melanie had agreed to be his date, but
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