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best things she’d ever eaten.
Matt found himself staring at her lips as she licked the cream off. He had to swallow hard before he could take a bite of the treat. He could only imagine how creamy and chocolaty her lips would taste right at that moment.
They dispensed with the formality of dessert plates and ate directly from the platter. They tasted each item, argued over which was the very best, couldn’t decide, then had to taste everything all over again.
Shortly after midnight, they headed for their suites, leaving half of each dessert uneaten, but not because they hadn’t tried. “I am so full,” she told him as they crossed the courtyard. “Maybe we should swim laps to work off the calories.”
He looked her over. “I don’t think you need to worry about that.”
She gave him a startled, then pleased glance.
After opening the gate to her patio, he followed her inside, meaning only to make sure she was safe in her room before leaving her.
“Thank you for going to the ceremony,” she said as she unlocked the door and pushed it open.
The night-light disclosed the turned-down bed, a frilly paper cup of mints and chocolates on the pillow.
The pleasure-pain of hot and immediate desire plunged through Matt. He wanted to lift her into his arms, kick the door shut and stay in that room—in that bed—with her for about a week, maybe two.
“I know this is too soon…” he murmured, his voice dropping to a deep, sensual level as he took her into his arms.
Her perfectly shaped mouth rounded in surprise, but she didn’t pull away.
Unless she said or indicated a definite no, he knew he wouldn’t stop. He had to have one taste. Her lips had tempted him almost beyond control with each bite of the luscious desserts they’d shared.
And then he couldn’t think further.
Her mouth was warm. It tasted of chocolate and cream and the rich roasted flavor of expensive coffee. She was exquisite, a perfect fit in his arms. He gathered her closer, then simply lifted her off her feet so he could experience every lovely curve of her petite frame.
Hearing laughter out in the courtyard, he stepped deeper into the shadows of a potted tree, its branches arching over them like an umbrella of privacy.
She made a little keening sound, so he took the kiss deeper, invading her mouth with his tongue, searching out the sweet nectar of her. When she responded, a tad hesitant at first, then giving more…and more…he hadto fight the urge to move inside to find comfort and delight in that big bed.
His leg touched something solid. A bench. He sat down on it, Kerry in his lap, a hand on his chest.
Matt wanted to rip his shirt off so she could touch his bare skin. He caressed her back, her side, then filled his palm with her perfectly shaped breast. Bliss, he thought through the red, smoky haze of increasing hunger. “Kerry,” he murmured.
She stiffened and went absolutely still. “I think…perhaps…it’s late,” she said in a shaken tone.
He immediately released her and set her on her feet. “You’re right. I should go.” He paused, hoping she would contradict him, but knew she wasn’t going to. “Good night, Kerry. It was a very interesting evening.”
“Yes, I had a lovely time,” she said, managing to sound both sincere yet stiffly polite.
As soon as she was inside her room, he closed the door, heard the lock fall into place and hurried next door.
Glancing around his own room, he noticed all was blessedly normal—no strange woman in his bed, no clothing or furniture disturbed, the light of the table lamp softly welcoming.
“And no Kerry,” he muttered, surprising himself. He’d known her one day and he missed her already?
Get real.
CHAPTER FIVE
K ERRY YAWNED , then took another sip of hot coffee. It was seven o’clock. She’d been awake since six. Her mind seemed fuzzy, yet filled with details of the previous evening—specifically the kiss.
When Matt kissed her, she’d nearly lost control. Odd
Matt found himself staring at her lips as she licked the cream off. He had to swallow hard before he could take a bite of the treat. He could only imagine how creamy and chocolaty her lips would taste right at that moment.
They dispensed with the formality of dessert plates and ate directly from the platter. They tasted each item, argued over which was the very best, couldn’t decide, then had to taste everything all over again.
Shortly after midnight, they headed for their suites, leaving half of each dessert uneaten, but not because they hadn’t tried. “I am so full,” she told him as they crossed the courtyard. “Maybe we should swim laps to work off the calories.”
He looked her over. “I don’t think you need to worry about that.”
She gave him a startled, then pleased glance.
After opening the gate to her patio, he followed her inside, meaning only to make sure she was safe in her room before leaving her.
“Thank you for going to the ceremony,” she said as she unlocked the door and pushed it open.
The night-light disclosed the turned-down bed, a frilly paper cup of mints and chocolates on the pillow.
The pleasure-pain of hot and immediate desire plunged through Matt. He wanted to lift her into his arms, kick the door shut and stay in that room—in that bed—with her for about a week, maybe two.
“I know this is too soon…” he murmured, his voice dropping to a deep, sensual level as he took her into his arms.
Her perfectly shaped mouth rounded in surprise, but she didn’t pull away.
Unless she said or indicated a definite no, he knew he wouldn’t stop. He had to have one taste. Her lips had tempted him almost beyond control with each bite of the luscious desserts they’d shared.
And then he couldn’t think further.
Her mouth was warm. It tasted of chocolate and cream and the rich roasted flavor of expensive coffee. She was exquisite, a perfect fit in his arms. He gathered her closer, then simply lifted her off her feet so he could experience every lovely curve of her petite frame.
Hearing laughter out in the courtyard, he stepped deeper into the shadows of a potted tree, its branches arching over them like an umbrella of privacy.
She made a little keening sound, so he took the kiss deeper, invading her mouth with his tongue, searching out the sweet nectar of her. When she responded, a tad hesitant at first, then giving more…and more…he hadto fight the urge to move inside to find comfort and delight in that big bed.
His leg touched something solid. A bench. He sat down on it, Kerry in his lap, a hand on his chest.
Matt wanted to rip his shirt off so she could touch his bare skin. He caressed her back, her side, then filled his palm with her perfectly shaped breast. Bliss, he thought through the red, smoky haze of increasing hunger. “Kerry,” he murmured.
She stiffened and went absolutely still. “I think…perhaps…it’s late,” she said in a shaken tone.
He immediately released her and set her on her feet. “You’re right. I should go.” He paused, hoping she would contradict him, but knew she wasn’t going to. “Good night, Kerry. It was a very interesting evening.”
“Yes, I had a lovely time,” she said, managing to sound both sincere yet stiffly polite.
As soon as she was inside her room, he closed the door, heard the lock fall into place and hurried next door.
Glancing around his own room, he noticed all was blessedly normal—no strange woman in his bed, no clothing or furniture disturbed, the light of the table lamp softly welcoming.
“And no Kerry,” he muttered, surprising himself. He’d known her one day and he missed her already?
Get real.
CHAPTER FIVE
K ERRY YAWNED , then took another sip of hot coffee. It was seven o’clock. She’d been awake since six. Her mind seemed fuzzy, yet filled with details of the previous evening—specifically the kiss.
When Matt kissed her, she’d nearly lost control. Odd
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