honest… neither was I. I didn’t really notice I was missing anything in my life. Until now.”
“But. We’re…we don’t live anywhere close to each other. How would it ever work?”
“I wish I had an answer for you. Let’s just not think about that…for now. Please?”
The last few words he’d slipped out on a whisper, and then her world halted on its axis when he tipped her chin up with his knuckle and leaned in for a kiss. It should have been just a soft kiss, friendly, no emotion behind it, just like all the others she’d experienced over the years. The instant his lips touched hers though, she went from tentative to on fire instantly, and her worries about distance vanished.
Mike pulled her closer and Taryn had to drag in a breath, feeling the length of him against her. His high-dollar slacks did nothing to hide his excitement. As the tip of his tongue ran across her bottom lip, she parted for him and he took over, memorizing every part of her. His other hand cradled her neck, angling her to the side for a deeper kiss.
A soft moan rumbled in his throat and it sent sparks shooting through her. Taryn wrapped her arms around his neck wanting everything he was offering, as if it was her first kiss. In a way it was, because she sure as hell had never been kissed like the world was ending, like she was the only woman he’d ever needed.
She had no idea how much time had passed, but as he pulled back ever so slowly, it was as if he didn’t want to break the contact any more than she did. It was only the need for air that caused them to separate. Taryn rushed to start breathing again, the tip of her tongue touching her top lip.
“Oh God, Taryn.” He breathed out pulling her tight against him.
With her head against his chest she felt the pounding of his heart beneath her cheek. It wasn’t right, and she shouldn’t wonder, but at that moment her thoughts weren’t about all the odds that were against them. All she could think about was that kiss. And if he could bring her to her knees with one kiss—what would the man do to her in a bed?
She knew the answer. Something no one else could.
Taryn was playing with fire, and it wasn’t something she’d ever done before. She tried keeping her distance physically and emotionally, careful to keep her guard up. Her goals in life never involved climbing a corporate ladder or becoming wildly rich. Growing up in a very testosterone-driven house, she was quite sure she didn’t need a man. But the warmth of his body against hers was making her think otherwise. Maybe she was wrong—very wrong. Maybe up until now, she just hadn’t found the right man.
Mike nuzzled his cheek against the top of her head and Taryn took advantage of it, dragging in another long pull of his cologne. Memorizing it for when she was alone, then she regrettably pulled back. Glancing around her surroundings, her cheeks flamed. They’d practically made-out like teenagers in the middle of his driveway—during broad daylight.
Chuckling, Mike took her hand and led her toward the back door. “Come on. I’ll give you a tour of the house. I know that’s why you’re interested in me in the first place.”
With a raised eyebrow, she jerked her chin. “Just so long as we’re both clear on that.”
“Oh, Taryn Watts…we’re going to get along just fine, sugar.”
Chapter 8
Taryn ran her fingertips lovingly over the fireplace mantel and drank in its beauty. It had been driving her crazy not to know what sort of care the house had received over the years. She hated to ask him over the phone when he described different projects he planned for it. It just seemed so rude. As it turned out, the house, although it hadn’t been renovated over the years, wasn’t abused either. That would have made her sick.
“So, do I pass?”
Whipping around, she took in the ease of the man leaning in the doorway that led to the kitchen. Embarrassment quickly passed as she studied him.
“But. We’re…we don’t live anywhere close to each other. How would it ever work?”
“I wish I had an answer for you. Let’s just not think about that…for now. Please?”
The last few words he’d slipped out on a whisper, and then her world halted on its axis when he tipped her chin up with his knuckle and leaned in for a kiss. It should have been just a soft kiss, friendly, no emotion behind it, just like all the others she’d experienced over the years. The instant his lips touched hers though, she went from tentative to on fire instantly, and her worries about distance vanished.
Mike pulled her closer and Taryn had to drag in a breath, feeling the length of him against her. His high-dollar slacks did nothing to hide his excitement. As the tip of his tongue ran across her bottom lip, she parted for him and he took over, memorizing every part of her. His other hand cradled her neck, angling her to the side for a deeper kiss.
A soft moan rumbled in his throat and it sent sparks shooting through her. Taryn wrapped her arms around his neck wanting everything he was offering, as if it was her first kiss. In a way it was, because she sure as hell had never been kissed like the world was ending, like she was the only woman he’d ever needed.
She had no idea how much time had passed, but as he pulled back ever so slowly, it was as if he didn’t want to break the contact any more than she did. It was only the need for air that caused them to separate. Taryn rushed to start breathing again, the tip of her tongue touching her top lip.
“Oh God, Taryn.” He breathed out pulling her tight against him.
With her head against his chest she felt the pounding of his heart beneath her cheek. It wasn’t right, and she shouldn’t wonder, but at that moment her thoughts weren’t about all the odds that were against them. All she could think about was that kiss. And if he could bring her to her knees with one kiss—what would the man do to her in a bed?
She knew the answer. Something no one else could.
Taryn was playing with fire, and it wasn’t something she’d ever done before. She tried keeping her distance physically and emotionally, careful to keep her guard up. Her goals in life never involved climbing a corporate ladder or becoming wildly rich. Growing up in a very testosterone-driven house, she was quite sure she didn’t need a man. But the warmth of his body against hers was making her think otherwise. Maybe she was wrong—very wrong. Maybe up until now, she just hadn’t found the right man.
Mike nuzzled his cheek against the top of her head and Taryn took advantage of it, dragging in another long pull of his cologne. Memorizing it for when she was alone, then she regrettably pulled back. Glancing around her surroundings, her cheeks flamed. They’d practically made-out like teenagers in the middle of his driveway—during broad daylight.
Chuckling, Mike took her hand and led her toward the back door. “Come on. I’ll give you a tour of the house. I know that’s why you’re interested in me in the first place.”
With a raised eyebrow, she jerked her chin. “Just so long as we’re both clear on that.”
“Oh, Taryn Watts…we’re going to get along just fine, sugar.”
Chapter 8
Taryn ran her fingertips lovingly over the fireplace mantel and drank in its beauty. It had been driving her crazy not to know what sort of care the house had received over the years. She hated to ask him over the phone when he described different projects he planned for it. It just seemed so rude. As it turned out, the house, although it hadn’t been renovated over the years, wasn’t abused either. That would have made her sick.
“So, do I pass?”
Whipping around, she took in the ease of the man leaning in the doorway that led to the kitchen. Embarrassment quickly passed as she studied him.
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