Love Revolution (Black Cat Records Shakespeare Inspired trilogy) by Michelle Mankin Page B

Her skin was as silky soft as he’d remembered.
    Sara closed her eyes, sighing.
    “Admit it, Sara. You feel it, too. There is something between us.” He removed his hand from her cheek only to replace it with his lips, beginning to trail feather light kisses along the line of her jaw.
    Eyes still closed, she moaned low in her throat.
    “And it makes you nervous,” he whispered.
    “Yes, ok, so we’ve got chemistry,” she conceded, pushing him gently away. She needed some space so she could think straight. Glancing at him, she read the longing in his eyes, and knew her own mirrored it. “So what? Where’s this gonna go? You’re Chris Alex, lady’s man. I’m Sara ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em’ Daniels. Neither of us is exactly relationship material,” she ended, lifting her chin.
    Chris wasn’t buying the bullshit. He pulled her back into his arms.
    Sara stiffened, but as he continued to hold her and gently stroked her back, she dropped her head to his chest and began to relax. Her shoulders began to tremble.
    “Sara?” Was she crying? The thought disarmed him. Chris lifted her chin. The surface of her grey eyes glittered with unshed tears and he saw in them an unexpected vulnerability. He smoothed a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I want you to give this thing with us a chance.” His voice was raw with emotion. “That’s all I’m asking.”
    “Why?” she asked as a tear escaped and tracked down her cheek. He gently brushed it away with his thumb. His gentleness was her undoing. “Why me? You don’t even know me.”
    “Not true.” He shook his head, his gaze penetrating. “I know the important things, like how you are with Sam… I believe you have the capacity inside of you, Sara, to love deeply and I think it’s worth a try to see where things might go between us.” Clearing his throat, his tone was lighter as he continued, “And I have in my arms an incredibly gorgeous woman who is also, smart, sassy and sexy… to the max. What man wouldn’t want to have some of that?”
    “You still say to the max?” Her lips curved up slightly. “Really?”
    “Just wanted to see if you were paying attention.”
    She had been. Enough to be extremely flattered as well as unsettled by the things he’d said. She’d accepted and gotten accustomed to being with guys who were more interested in her fame than her heart. And for her, it was much safer that way. Wiser to end this right now. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t bring herself to say them. “Ok,” she said instead in a whisper.
    “Ok, on what? On us?” Chris asked, needing verification before he got his hopes up.
    “Yes.”
    A boyish grin spread across his face. Sara laughed. The Chris Alex mega- watt smile practically illuminated the entire room.
    “Alright, then. Pack up some things…”
    “Whoa there mister. What do you think I just agreed to?”
    “We’re going out to Whistler, babe. You and I, the two of us, together.”
    “Whistler, as in skiing?” She shook her head. “Uh- uh, no way.”
    “Listen.” He grasped her gently by the elbows. “You know that JR is taking your sister to the island and that Keith and Danny are going with. Everyone’s going to be out of town for the next couple of days. It’s a perfect opportunity to get away. Be ourselves. Get to know each other without any expectations or bullshit reputations to get in the way. I’ve got separate rooms. Nothing’s gonna happen unless you want it to, ok?”
    Sara didn’t answer. Silence filled the room as she stood there hands at her side, legs feeling like jelly, undecided. The way she felt about him, being alone with him for forty-eight hours in a row was a decidedly big risk.
    “Come on, Sara. Be brave.” Chris leaned back and gazed into her eyes, lips curled into an intimate smile. “I won’t bite unless you want me to.” He chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows, attempting to break the tension.
    His exuberance toppled Sara’s