Are you ready for some more winners???? While I go pick the rest here is another excerpt for you to enjoy! “What is this? Twenty questions? Except neither of us answers any of them.” She gave her head a little shake. It made the feathered ends of her hair dance around her high cheekbones. “I have no idea what happened. One minute we were almost to the airport. The next, the cab crawled over the curb and you showed up.” “That is not quite all, fraulein.” Lars set his plate aside and moved to the seat next to her. “You were as frightened as anyone I have ever seen.” “Sure and wouldn’t you have been?” she countered, drawing herself up straighter in her seat. “Probably.” “Next you’ll be telling me you’re used to sharing cars with the dead.” “I am not certain anyone ever gets used to something like that.” He locked gazes with her, and almost wished he hadn’t. Pools of blue light, her eyes drew him inexorably nearer. Without knowing quite why, he laid a hand on the side of her face. When she didn’t pull away, he traced his fingertips over her full lips. She laid her hand over his. He thought he read invitation in her eyes and leaned closer. It wasn’t a good idea; the sensible part of his mind argued against it—and lost. He replaced his fingers with his mouth. What began as the barest brushing of his mouth against hers turned into a heated kiss. She opened her mouth to him, welcomed his tongue. He wrapped her in his arms and lost himself in a kiss that held desperation as much as attraction. His headset crackled. The copilot asked for something to eat and drink, or for him to come fly the plane for a bit so he could get his own snack. Tamara drew away, her breath coming quickly. Her lips were swollen from their kiss and color splotched across her face. “What was that about?” “The other pilot.” Lars touched his mouth to hers again briefly, aware he was achingly hard. He got to his feet, feeling torn. Part of him, the part belling out the front of his trousers, wanted to ravish the woman staring up at him. His rational side urged caution. He needed to know more, a whole lot more, before he held Tamara in his arms again. If the copilot hadn’t disturbed them, he feared they’d have ended up coupling on one of the airplane’s lush leather seats. As it was, the smell of their arousal hung heavy in the still cabin air. “Where are you going?” Her voice was low, husky. Her nipples were clearly outlined beneath her sweater, as were the curves of her obviously braless breasts. “To take care of the airplane,” he said tersely. “I will see you later.”
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