Just Desserts by Barbara Bretton

Author:Barbara Bretton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2008-09-19T04:00:00+00:00

She was a grown woman. She knew how these things worked. She should have seen the kiss coming but it surprised her just the same. He had been looking at her with a crazy kind of unfocused intensity and she had been about to ask him if he was having a stroke or something when she suddenly realized she was about to be kissed by a man she actually wanted to kiss back.

Every now and then life handed you a perfect moment and this was one of them.

The knowing was almost enough.

That one perfect moment of certainty, of sweet anticipation—a woman could live off that memory for a very long time.

She hadn’t known how much she wanted to feel his mouth on hers until it happened, how she wanted that kiss more than she wanted her next breath of air.

He kissed her mouth, her chin, the tip of her nose, her lower lip, her upper lip, her right temple, her left, her mouth again…oh God, her mouth. Long, hot, slow, deep, luscious kisses that made her feel like a candle with a quick-burning flame.

“Is this why you drove down here?” she whispered against his lips.

He kissed her again. Deeper, hotter, slower. A sigh of almost unbearable pleasure escaped her lips.

“You ask too many questions,” he said and then he kissed her again.

“You’re right.” She sighed. “I do.”

Her back was against the fridge. She could feel the handle pressing against her spine. Nothing mattered but the heat from his body, the moist warmth of his mouth, the insistent pressure against her hip. She was burning with hunger, melting. If he let go of her, she would sink into a puddle right there at his feet.

“Rhoda,” she said when she could catch her breath.

He looked at her like she had started reciting the Gettysburg Address from memory. “You’re thinking about the dog?”

“She’s never seen me with a man before. I don’t think she’s enjoying it.”

He looked across the room to where Rhoda guarded the doorway.

“Is her fur supposed to stand straight up like that?”

“I don’t think—”

“Maybe we—”

Seconds later they closed the bedroom door behind them.

Jeans, sweaters, bras, panties, shoes, clean sheets, paperback books, and a major assortment of blow dryers were scattered from one end of the room to the other.

“Oh God,” she said, pressing her face against his shoulder. “That’s the stuff I hid behind the shower curtain.”

“I don’t see anything.”

He brushed her hair off the right side of her neck and pressed his mouth against her skin.

Pleasure ran straight from his lips to the molten center of her body.

She moved against him and laughed softly at his unmistakable response.

His mouth moved down the length of her throat. He pushed the neckline of her sweater aside and trailed his tongue along her collarbone.

It had been a long time…a very long time…so long that she couldn’t remember exactly when she had felt this open and deliciously exposed…He was gorgeous…he liked Chinese food…he knew how to kiss…A fling…Why not…One juicy secret…Don’t stop…don’t stop…

“You stopped,” she said.

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