It Must Be Magic by Jennifer Skully

It almost stopped his heart. Then she threw her arms around his neck, stepping on his shoe as she went up on her tiptoes to hug him. Her hair caressed his face. Her small, firm breasts pressed to his chest. She was plastered against him yet he wanted her closer. Slipping his arms around her waist, he made sure she couldn’t let go.
    “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She kissed his ear, his cheek, warm, moist kisses that weakened his knees.
    His brain short-circuited, and his body went into overdrive. He pulled back, grabbed her face in his hands and took her lips openmouthed. She responded with a low sound, a moan not much louder than a hitch of breath, but it was enough to make him want to push her to the wooden porch. She let him take her with hungry kisses, her tongue in his mouth, his in hers, a tender nip of her lip, then a soul-deep mating. Over and over until she was once again plastered to him, and the hard ridge of his erection burned against her belly. She tasted of cherry soda and sizzled like champagne. She melted into him and turned him inside out.
    He had never tasted anything like her, never touched anything as soft, never wanted anything as badly.
    He was on her front porch. Next door to his front porch. With gaps between the hedge that anyone could see through.
    As much as he wanted to take more, Tanner pulled back.
    His lips clamored for another taste. His cock ached to be inside her. Hell, he simply vibrated all over with want of her.
    She slid down his body until her feet were back on the porch and opened her eyes. “Wow.”
    That was putting it mildly. He’d have said that, if he were capable of speech. She kept her arms looped around his neck, supporting herself against him as if her legs wouldn’t hold her. He wasn’t sure his could hold him for much longer.
    “That was a very
fine
kiss.”
    He laughed, though it came out sounding a bit strangled. It was a damn sight more than fine, and he was truly beginning to understand her earlier analogy.
    “I think I might dream about it tonight,” she said with a little smile and her eyelids at half mast.
    He would be dreaming about far more than just that kiss.
    Sliding her arms down his chest, she put her hands flat against him and pushed away until she touched him with nothing but the tips of her fingers.
    “Cat got your tongue?” she said.
    No. Lili did. He realized he had to say something or he’d look like a besotted idiot. “What time shall we go tomorrow?”
    She gave a happy little sigh, took another step back, breaking all physical contact. “I have to work until noon. Then it takes me half an hour to ride home.”
    He had to resist the urge to pull her back into his arms. “Do you want me to pick you up?”
    “No, thanks. I like the ride.”
    He dropped down to the first porch stair. “Then I’ll see you at twelve-thirty.”
    With another step, he was on the path and heading for home. The distance, and the fact that her scent didn’t cloud his mind anymore, gave him back a semblance of perspective.
    A burst of laughter erupted on his front porch, followed by the gravel pitch of male voices. Roscoe’s pinochle buddies. The game must be breaking up. He hadn’t a clue how he’d explain tomorrow’s trek with Lili to Roscoe and Erika, but at least once it was over, life could return to normal.
    Except for a kiss that would haunt him and a woman who would follow him into his dreams.
    “Tanner?”
    He turned.
    “What’s your date’s name?”
    He looked at her, cocking his head to the side. “I can’t remember.” It was true for a few moments. In fact, for that same amount of time, he couldn’t even picture her face.
    Lili smiled, the slightest curve of her lips. “Then I guess you are fine about the relationship being over.”
    “More than fine, Lili.”
    He was fine about not seeing Anna anymore. He wasn’t sure how fine he was going to be now that he’d tasted Lili. He had a feeling that one sip of her sweet lips