Slowly, he lowered his head until they were so close she could feel his warm breath against her cheek. He had a rich, masculine smell about him. Odors of leather and sweat mingled with a deep muskiness that nearly left her swooning. She leaned against him, then lifted up on her toes and brushed her lips to his. Alarm bells clanged inside her head. Lucille knew she should back away. She should push him right out the door and lock it behind him. She should turn and run and never look back. But she didn’t do any of those things. Her lips parted. The kiss lingered between them, leading to another, deeper kiss. His mouth pressed against hers, imparting an urgency that trembled through her entire body. He reached out and as he pulled her toward him, she went willingly into his embrace. His arms felt strong around her, somehow felt so right wrapped around her. She slid her hands around his waist, loving the feel of the powerful muscles rippling beneath her touch. This was not the first time their lips had met. She’d kissed him at the Red Mule, but that had been hasty and unplanned. Vaguely she remembered him kissing her on the night of the statehood celebration, but she’d been too inebriated to fully enjoy the experience. Now, she savored every nuance, cherishing each sweet sensation, knowing this kiss they shared would leave an indelible mark upon her heart. Upstairs, a door opened and closed. Footsteps sounded in the hallway. Lucille stiffened and pushed herself away from Tom. “You’ve got to go now.” Shock traveled through her as she fully realized what she’d done. “Good night,” he whispered, grinning like a jackass eating sweet briars. “I’ll be back tomorrow for more.” With a wink, he slipped out the door.
Posted on: Tue, 08 Jul 2014 15:15:12 +0000
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