chickened out, denied the love note she’d written to him and watched him walk away with Big Boobs Barbara.
“If you lost, then why did you ask me to dance just now?” His eyes gleamed with challenge and something else. Something dark and delicious and forbidden to good girls the world over.
“Because I don’t lose. I never lose. Forty-eight chemistry competitions, and I won every one. Last night was a gross injustice and—”
His mouth caught the rest of her words as he pressed his lips to hers. Suddenly she was living the kiss she’d wanted so desperately last night.
It started out hard and hot and insistent, his mouth plundering hers, taking her breath away.
His deep, musky scent filled her nostrils. His body heat drew her closer. Her nipples tightened and an ache started between her legs. And she couldn’t help herself. She leaned into him, molding herself to his hard frame despite the crowd of people that stood just on the other side of the potted palm. The laughter and music faded until she only heard the pounding of her heart, and there was just the two of them and the kiss.
One that quickly morphed into something softer and more persuasive when she wrapped her arms around his neck and angled her head to give him better access. His arms slid around her waist, drawing her even closer. His tongue swept her bottom lip and dipped inside, stroking and coaxing and drawing a raw moan from deep in her throat.
It was a kiss like no other, and just when she was really getting into it, he drew back.
He stared down at her, his breathing hard, his blue eyes dark and unreadable, as if he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. The look faded quickly, however, into a hard, glittering light.
“You asked for a kiss—there you go. Objective achieved.”
If that had still been her objective.
It wasn’t, she realized as she stood there, her lips tingling and her nipples aching and her body on fire. She was no longer the same awkward seventeen-year-old who’d stared across the desk at the cutest boy in high school and fantasized about feeling his lips on her own.
She was all grown-up now, and her fantasies went way beyond a chaste kiss. Even more, she didn’t shy away when it came to something she wanted, be it the next job promotion or a new, trendy sofa or a man. Even this man.
Especially this man.
Because he was everything she’d ever wanted in a man and she’d left town without ever touching or tasting him. Because she’d been scared of rejection. A fact that had haunted her all these years.
Well, no more.
When she rolled out of Cadillac this time, she would have no regrets. She would face her fear and turn her hottest fantasy into a reality.
“Not quite ‘objective achieved’.”
“What do you want from me?”
“Just once I want to know what it would feel like.” She licked her lips and stared into his eyes. “You and me and sex. Some down-and-dirty, hot-and-heavy sex. ”
5
M ADELINE PULLED up in front of the two-story white farmhouse with the wraparound porch, killed the engine and barely ignored the urge to whack her forehead against the steering wheel.
Instead, she drew in a deep breath and tried to calm her pounding heart.
Pounding, even though it had been over an hour since she’d propositioned Austin Jericho.
She truly wanted one night of hot, breath-stealing, mind-blowing sex with him to prove she truly had evolved into a fearless female who lived life rather than dreamed about it.
But wanting it and actually saying it were two very different things.
That explained her frantic heartbeat.
That, and the fact that she had a hankering for a colossal piece of wedding cake that no amount of carrot sticks dripping in fat-free dressing could begin to curb. Add to that the fact that she was stuck back in her hometown for the next two weeks with a dog who shed and an obnoxious uncle. Talk about stress.
On top of everything, the aforementioned obnoxious uncle was now MIA.
She
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