These Boots Were Made For Strutting by Lisa Cach

Author:Lisa Cach [Lisa Cach, Gemma Halliday, Melanie Jackson]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781428504905
Publisher: Dorchester Publishing Co., Inc.
Published: 2008-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

The Riesling was excellent. As much as I hated to think of Blake with any woman other than me, I had to admit, his ex had good taste. I had a second glass. Then a third. Then the shoes started to work their magic again and I flirted, fawned, and made amazingly not-geeky conversation all the way through the meal and the decadent tiramisu dessert we shared.

Afterward, Blake walked me to my hatchback, not even raising an eyebrow at the dented back fender courtesy of an errant shopping cart at Safe-way last year, or the fact that my stereo sported duct-tape edging.

“I had a great time to night,” he said, taking one of my hands in his.

“Me, too. Thanks for dinner.”

“Thanks for showing up.”

I threw my head back and laughed. “Are you kidding? I was here twenty minutes early, I was so eager.” Crap. I knew my run of intelligent conversation had to end sometime.

He cocked an eyebrow at me. “So you weren’t late then?”

“Busted. No. I just said that so you wouldn’t feel bad.”

He leaned in, one hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from my face as the breeze picked up. “Wow.”

I licked my lips, my throat growing dry at his touch. “Wow?”

“Beautiful and sweet. Not a combination a guy finds very often.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but I didn’t get the chance. His lips were suddenly hovering over mine. Nipping. Tasting. Sampling. They were soft and warm. Tentative at first, but quickly growing firmer and more insistent. Not that I resisted. I melted on contact. My mind going on vacation, my body taking over as I lifted my arms around his neck. His hand circled my waist, heat resting at the small of my back, then slowly traveling upward as his hand snaked up my spine to knead the nape of my neck, then thread into my hair as his kiss deepened.

Just like I had imagined.

My breath caught in my throat and I pulled back, feeling an odd sense of déjà vu prickle my skin.

Blake was panting, his pupils dilated, his lips wet and slightly pink from my lipstick. “Sorry. I guess I got a little carried away.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” I stumbled, trying to shake the odd sensation. I’d daydreamed about kissing him, then actually kissed him. No biggie, right? So what if he moved just the way I’d imagined he would? That was a good thing.

“Kya, I’d love to see you again. I mean, you know, more than see you. Take you out. Again. Somewhere.”

I smiled, glad I wasn’t the only one made stupid with lust. “I’d like that.”

His face lit up with a two dimpler, and I felt an answering light flip on inside me. God, he really was gorgeous.

“How about Sunday after the photo shoot? We could drive over to the coast, maybe have a little picnic there?”

I nodded. “Sounds great.”

“Great.” He leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek, his lips resting on my skin just a moment too long.

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