come up?”
“Yes, yes, of course!” She shook off her bafflement. “Third
floor, left of the elevator.”
Two minutes later Rob walked in, as sexy and gorgeous as
ever. Lena suddenly felt self-conscious about her tangled damp hair, her jersey
tank top, checkered boxers, and rubber flip-flops.
Oh, well—too late to do anything about it now .
He handed her the glasses. “As I said, I was in the
neighborhood.”
“Thank you.” She motioned him to the kitchen. “I was making
myself some herbal tea . . . if you like that sort of stuff.
Otherwise, I’ve got regular tea, coffee, soda . . .”
“A soda will be fine, thanks.”
She gave him a glass and a can of soda from the fridge, and
turned away to make tea. As she dropped the teabag into the mug, she heard him
take a few steps toward her, then place the soda and the glass on the
countertop. Slowly, she poured scalding water into her mug and put the kettle
down. Rob was now so close she could feel his warm breath on her bare shoulder.
And then he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed
his chest against her back.
She stood motionless, as her heart
raced and her vision clouded. A swarm of delicious sensations overwhelmed
her—his head-turning masculine scent, the gentleness of his strong arms,
the comfort of his chest against her back. She told herself she had to stop
him, right then, before he went too far. But she knew at some visceral level,
in every nerve ending under her skin, that there was no force on the face of
the earth that could make her stop him now.
--
Rob’s mind had gone completely blank when he followed his
crazy impulse and put his arms around Lena. But when Lena froze, he began to
panic. He had no idea how she would react to this. Seconds stretched into an
eternity. And then she leaned back into his embrace, ever so slightly, but
enough to tell him what he needed to know. He wanted to roar with joy. He
wanted to see her face. He wanted to remain in that moment forever.
Then she turned around and looked into his eyes. She was
radiant. It was one of those charmed instances when everything, absolutely
everything was perfect. This universe, this city, this specific spot in the
kitchen, and this precise instance in time. And so he cupped her face with his
hands and kissed her. Tenderly at first and then passionately, claiming her
mouth, sampling the warm softness of her lips, and sweeping his tongue between
them.
She responded with ardor, saying yes with her kisses, with
her hands stroking the back of his head and with her body pressing into his.
Rob was walking on air. He craved Lena, and she left no doubt she wanted him
back.
But through his arousal and bliss he heard an admonishing
voice. You don’t deserve her trust. You don’t deserve this pleasure. And
all at once, he felt like a fraud, like a thief who had acquired something
precious through deceit.
He
needed her to know the truth.
End of Excerpt
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