chance to kiss you. To…touch you.’ The air felt like soup as Lawson dragged in a breath.
Vic’s heart danced a wild flutter in her chest at his startling admission. He’d thought about kissing her…touching her? ‘You’ve kissed me plenty,’ she murmured absently, trying to compute what he’d just said. Impersonal pecks on the cheek as hellos and thank-yous and happy birthdays. Friend kisses. Buddy kisses.
Lawson heard the huskiness in her voice. ‘Not like this, I haven’t.’ And on a muffled curse, not giving himself time to think better of it, he yanked her closer and mashed his lips onto hers.
It was no gentle, tentative, feeling-the-waters, first-kiss type of kiss. It was hot and heavy in a flash, as if they’d been a powder keg just waiting for a match. Lawson led and Victoria followed. He demanded entry into the heat of her mouth and groaned as her hands snaked around his neck and her tongue invited him inside.
He rode it, letting the sensation wash through him, succumbing to its power for a few magical moments suspended in time before common sense returned and he wrenched his mouth away with a level of self-control he hadn’t even known he possessed. His hands grasped her upper arms, holding her at a distance.
Their breath was harsh in his ears. ‘You are a beautiful, desirable woman. Don’t think for a moment that I’m not aware of it.’ He dropped his arms and took a deliberate step back, stuffing his hands back into his pockets.
Vic felt the impact of his words deep down low as ifhe’d licked her belly. He might have moved away, but he was looking at her mouth with a gaze that was stormy with lust and struggle. He did desire her; she could see that. Even if he didn’t want to.
A crazy plan reared its head and she swallowed, wondering if she had the courage to put it into action. Certainly her awful fright this afternoon made her feel bolder than she ever had and Lawson’s kiss had definitely set a tantalising precedent.
But Lawson was so strong. Already she could see his stormy gaze being pulled under control as he mentally withdrew from her, from his actions. Could she bear it if her seduction fell flat? If he rejected her out of his strong sense of honour and propriety?
But his chest still rose with breaths that sounded as if they were being dragged from him and he was looking at her mouth again as if he wanted to devour it. She licked her lips, savouring the taste of him. There was butter and salt and man. And she wanted more.
She took a deep breath and stepped into his space. ‘So why stop?’
‘Because it’s crazy, that’s why.’ He was captivated by the way her tongue travelled across her already moist lips. It didn’t help his breathing settle or calm the roaring pulse beat in his head. ‘Jeez. I went to your mother’s funeral. You were eight.’
She ran her fingers down his forearm and tentatively lifted his hand. She prepared herself for resistance but when none came she grew more daring, placing his palm over her breast. It couldn’t compete with the women still cavorting on the television screen, but it was aching for his touch.
‘I’m not eight any more. I haven’t been for a long time.’
Lawson swallowed. Hard . Her breast was soft beneath his hand, the nipple pressing into the centre of his palm obviously aroused. ‘Victoria,’ he groaned.
‘Lawson,’ she whispered, stepping closer again, desperate to persuade him, not strong enough to handle him withdrawing from her now. ‘I get that you do everything with measured caution and that this is a little out of the ordinary.’
She moved closer still so his hand was hard against her softness, her nipple unbearably tight. ‘But can you just, for once, just today, be thankful that we’re both here and just go with what you really want to do?’
Lawson felt the graze of her nipple as she rubbed against his palm and he squeezed the flesh involuntarily. ‘No. This is wrong.’ He stared at his hand
Vic’s heart danced a wild flutter in her chest at his startling admission. He’d thought about kissing her…touching her? ‘You’ve kissed me plenty,’ she murmured absently, trying to compute what he’d just said. Impersonal pecks on the cheek as hellos and thank-yous and happy birthdays. Friend kisses. Buddy kisses.
Lawson heard the huskiness in her voice. ‘Not like this, I haven’t.’ And on a muffled curse, not giving himself time to think better of it, he yanked her closer and mashed his lips onto hers.
It was no gentle, tentative, feeling-the-waters, first-kiss type of kiss. It was hot and heavy in a flash, as if they’d been a powder keg just waiting for a match. Lawson led and Victoria followed. He demanded entry into the heat of her mouth and groaned as her hands snaked around his neck and her tongue invited him inside.
He rode it, letting the sensation wash through him, succumbing to its power for a few magical moments suspended in time before common sense returned and he wrenched his mouth away with a level of self-control he hadn’t even known he possessed. His hands grasped her upper arms, holding her at a distance.
Their breath was harsh in his ears. ‘You are a beautiful, desirable woman. Don’t think for a moment that I’m not aware of it.’ He dropped his arms and took a deliberate step back, stuffing his hands back into his pockets.
Vic felt the impact of his words deep down low as ifhe’d licked her belly. He might have moved away, but he was looking at her mouth with a gaze that was stormy with lust and struggle. He did desire her; she could see that. Even if he didn’t want to.
A crazy plan reared its head and she swallowed, wondering if she had the courage to put it into action. Certainly her awful fright this afternoon made her feel bolder than she ever had and Lawson’s kiss had definitely set a tantalising precedent.
But Lawson was so strong. Already she could see his stormy gaze being pulled under control as he mentally withdrew from her, from his actions. Could she bear it if her seduction fell flat? If he rejected her out of his strong sense of honour and propriety?
But his chest still rose with breaths that sounded as if they were being dragged from him and he was looking at her mouth again as if he wanted to devour it. She licked her lips, savouring the taste of him. There was butter and salt and man. And she wanted more.
She took a deep breath and stepped into his space. ‘So why stop?’
‘Because it’s crazy, that’s why.’ He was captivated by the way her tongue travelled across her already moist lips. It didn’t help his breathing settle or calm the roaring pulse beat in his head. ‘Jeez. I went to your mother’s funeral. You were eight.’
She ran her fingers down his forearm and tentatively lifted his hand. She prepared herself for resistance but when none came she grew more daring, placing his palm over her breast. It couldn’t compete with the women still cavorting on the television screen, but it was aching for his touch.
‘I’m not eight any more. I haven’t been for a long time.’
Lawson swallowed. Hard . Her breast was soft beneath his hand, the nipple pressing into the centre of his palm obviously aroused. ‘Victoria,’ he groaned.
‘Lawson,’ she whispered, stepping closer again, desperate to persuade him, not strong enough to handle him withdrawing from her now. ‘I get that you do everything with measured caution and that this is a little out of the ordinary.’
She moved closer still so his hand was hard against her softness, her nipple unbearably tight. ‘But can you just, for once, just today, be thankful that we’re both here and just go with what you really want to do?’
Lawson felt the graze of her nipple as she rubbed against his palm and he squeezed the flesh involuntarily. ‘No. This is wrong.’ He stared at his hand
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