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could he. The awareness between them had her senses raised to a fever pitch.
When Peter bent toward her, she was afraid to breathe. She was afraid sheâd break the spell. She was afraid his pager might interrupt or else heâd change his mind. In spite of warning bells clanging in her head, she wanted to feel his lips on hers. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to find out if the excitement between them was real.
At the moment his lips touched hers, she knew it was. One of his strong arms went around her and she lifted her lips into the kiss, telling him she wasnât going to pull away. The sexual tension that had been humming between them since theyâd met had needed an outlet, but the kiss was much more than that.
Heat flashed through Violet, making even her fingertips tingle. Coherent thoughts vanished as her body simply responded to Peterâs. His tongue was making her crazy with need. When her arms went around his neck, she pressed into him, and his taut body told her he was as aroused as she was. This kiss was so different from the inexpert kisses of her teenage years, so different from awkward first-date kisses, so different from the maybe-Iâll-try-this-again kisses that had left her cold. She was going up in flames with Peter and she wondered where they could possibly go from here.
She never got the chance to find out. Suddenly the kiss ended as he dropped his arms and stepped away. When she glanced up at him, she was still trembling all over, but he looked as composed as he had all night.
He said, âThat was probably not one of the more intelligent things Iâve ever done.â
Her pride kept her from asking why, from showing him the effect heâd had on her. Her pride was something she could hold on to, wrap around herself and rely on.
âIt was just a kiss,â she said lightly as if it hadnât mattered at all.
When he cocked his head, she felt as if he were trying to see right through her, yet she knew he couldnât. Sheâd been building walls around herself all her lifeâsince sheâd been fifteen, pregnant and more alone than sheâd ever felt in herentire existence. There was no way Peter could see into her heart, mind or head.
Opening the car door, she quickly slid inside and closed it. She did not roll her window down to say a final goodbye. Rather she started the engine, shifted the car into gear and backed up. She didnât even glance in her rearview mirror as she drove away.
Tomorrow morning, when she saw Peter again, sheâd be prepared. Theyâd consult professionally about Ryan, then go their separate ways. End of story.
But her lips still felt as if they were on fire from his kiss, and her insides still quivered. When she felt tears come to her eyes, she took a deep breath and banished them. She was Violet Fortune, strong and independent. She didnât need a man.
She repeated that phrase like a mantra the whole way back to the Flying Aces.
Four
T he auction was over and Jason Jamison gazed across the half-crowded room, glad he hadnât been up for bid. Heâd briefly thought about being a high-priced bachelor, but then he remembered he was supposed to be married. Heâd brought âhis wifeâ to the shindig and theyâd mingled with the right crowd. Except now she was mingling a little too much.
Melissa was fawning all over Ryan Fortune and nothing about it looked like pretend. She was supposed to be a partner in bringing the old guy down, but this didnât look like partnering to Jason. Her hand was intimately slipped around Ryanâs arm and she was staring up into his face, wide-eyed, all coy seductress. Ryanâs wife, Lily, looked on, seeming none too happy. She knew what Melissa was up to. Women had a sixth sense where that was concerned and Lily was no dummy.
Jealousy raged inside him as Melissa laughed and moved a little closer to Ryan. Her body language told Jason exactlywhat she was
When Peter bent toward her, she was afraid to breathe. She was afraid sheâd break the spell. She was afraid his pager might interrupt or else heâd change his mind. In spite of warning bells clanging in her head, she wanted to feel his lips on hers. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to find out if the excitement between them was real.
At the moment his lips touched hers, she knew it was. One of his strong arms went around her and she lifted her lips into the kiss, telling him she wasnât going to pull away. The sexual tension that had been humming between them since theyâd met had needed an outlet, but the kiss was much more than that.
Heat flashed through Violet, making even her fingertips tingle. Coherent thoughts vanished as her body simply responded to Peterâs. His tongue was making her crazy with need. When her arms went around his neck, she pressed into him, and his taut body told her he was as aroused as she was. This kiss was so different from the inexpert kisses of her teenage years, so different from awkward first-date kisses, so different from the maybe-Iâll-try-this-again kisses that had left her cold. She was going up in flames with Peter and she wondered where they could possibly go from here.
She never got the chance to find out. Suddenly the kiss ended as he dropped his arms and stepped away. When she glanced up at him, she was still trembling all over, but he looked as composed as he had all night.
He said, âThat was probably not one of the more intelligent things Iâve ever done.â
Her pride kept her from asking why, from showing him the effect heâd had on her. Her pride was something she could hold on to, wrap around herself and rely on.
âIt was just a kiss,â she said lightly as if it hadnât mattered at all.
When he cocked his head, she felt as if he were trying to see right through her, yet she knew he couldnât. Sheâd been building walls around herself all her lifeâsince sheâd been fifteen, pregnant and more alone than sheâd ever felt in herentire existence. There was no way Peter could see into her heart, mind or head.
Opening the car door, she quickly slid inside and closed it. She did not roll her window down to say a final goodbye. Rather she started the engine, shifted the car into gear and backed up. She didnât even glance in her rearview mirror as she drove away.
Tomorrow morning, when she saw Peter again, sheâd be prepared. Theyâd consult professionally about Ryan, then go their separate ways. End of story.
But her lips still felt as if they were on fire from his kiss, and her insides still quivered. When she felt tears come to her eyes, she took a deep breath and banished them. She was Violet Fortune, strong and independent. She didnât need a man.
She repeated that phrase like a mantra the whole way back to the Flying Aces.
Four
T he auction was over and Jason Jamison gazed across the half-crowded room, glad he hadnât been up for bid. Heâd briefly thought about being a high-priced bachelor, but then he remembered he was supposed to be married. Heâd brought âhis wifeâ to the shindig and theyâd mingled with the right crowd. Except now she was mingling a little too much.
Melissa was fawning all over Ryan Fortune and nothing about it looked like pretend. She was supposed to be a partner in bringing the old guy down, but this didnât look like partnering to Jason. Her hand was intimately slipped around Ryanâs arm and she was staring up into his face, wide-eyed, all coy seductress. Ryanâs wife, Lily, looked on, seeming none too happy. She knew what Melissa was up to. Women had a sixth sense where that was concerned and Lily was no dummy.
Jealousy raged inside him as Melissa laughed and moved a little closer to Ryan. Her body language told Jason exactlywhat she was
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