her face only touched the side of his cheek, emphasizing its smooth, angular planes.
“ You’ve been asleep for half an hour.” He leaned back slightly and threaded his fingers through her hair. “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re beautiful when you’re asleep? Even more beautiful than when you’re awake, if that’s possible.”
“ You’re just saying that because it’s true,” she mumbled.
He laughed, his eyes inky-black in the darkness.
His nearness, his warmth, and his unique masculine scent enveloped her senses. Kiss me again, she wanted to plead. But as she lifted her hand to touch his cheek, a sudden, inexplicable shyness came over her. She lowered her eyes, let her hand fall away, and toyed with the edge of the smooth leather seat, struggling to make conversation. “This is a nice car. Where do you rent a Maserati?”
“ There’s a place near the airport.” With measured slowness, his thumb traced small, sensuous circles at the side of her neck.
She caught her breath. Could he feel the erratic pulse beating beneath the pad of his thumb?
“ They have every luxury car you can think of,” he added, moving closer. “Rolls-Royce. Mercedes. Ferrari.”
“ What about…a Cadillac limousine?”
“ One of every size and color—or so I’d imagine.” His breath fanned her lips. “Limos are their mainstay.”
“ I’ve always wanted to ride in a limo. An incredibly long, plush limo, with a built-in bar and a TV.”
“ An intriguing fantasy. Just think what we could do in a limo.”
His mouth pressed tenderly against hers, infusing her body with warmth. His tongue persuaded her lips apart, then probed her mouth, performing an intimate mating dance with her tongue. As his hands scaled her back, she locked her arms behind his neck, twisted her hands in his hair. She felt a thread of trust weave between them, through them, around them, as if en-twining them together for eternity.
“ Desiree, you taste so sweet…”
His hand traced up her side to lightly graze the side of her breast, and her head fell back. A sigh of ecstasy echoed in the night as his lips moved slowly, sensuously up her throat, then covered her mouth once more.
Suddenly he winced sharply and she felt him draw back.
“ What’s wrong?” she asked breathlessly.
“ I think the stick shift’s permanently embedded in my side.”
“ Oh. I’m sorry.”
“ And the windshield’s all fogged up.”
She giggled softly. No more than my brain, she thought. “I guess there’s no point in kissing out in the car, is there? Would you like to come in for a brandy?”
He leaned his forehead against hers and smiled into her eyes. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Six
As Desiree retrieved a bottle of brandy from her credenza and poured two snifters, she watched Kyle take off his tailored suit jacket and hang it neatly over the back of a wing chair. His tie soon joined the jacket, and he opened the top two buttons of his shirt.
“ That’s better,” he said, exhaling deeply as he sank back into the couch. “Ever try to kiss a woman with a tie digging into your neck?”
Desiree laughed. “Not recently.” She handed Kyle his drink and sat down next to him.
“ Thanks.” He raised the glass in a toast. “To the loveliest deejay I’ve ever met.”
“ The loveliest? How many deejays have you met?”
His lips tilted up in a roguish grin. “Not many. And all the others were men.”
“ That’s what I thought. Thanks a lot.”
“ Allow me to amend my toast. To my new favorite deejay. May she forever rule the airwaves.”
“ I’ll drink to that.” She clinked her glass against his.
He extended an arm across the back of the couch, his eyes caressing her face as he slowly sipped his brandy.
“ I hope you know...” his voice dropped to a husky whisper “You are truly lovely. I was proud to be out with you tonight. Not just because you’re beautiful to look at, but because you’re…you.”
Her heart
“ You’ve been asleep for half an hour.” He leaned back slightly and threaded his fingers through her hair. “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re beautiful when you’re asleep? Even more beautiful than when you’re awake, if that’s possible.”
“ You’re just saying that because it’s true,” she mumbled.
He laughed, his eyes inky-black in the darkness.
His nearness, his warmth, and his unique masculine scent enveloped her senses. Kiss me again, she wanted to plead. But as she lifted her hand to touch his cheek, a sudden, inexplicable shyness came over her. She lowered her eyes, let her hand fall away, and toyed with the edge of the smooth leather seat, struggling to make conversation. “This is a nice car. Where do you rent a Maserati?”
“ There’s a place near the airport.” With measured slowness, his thumb traced small, sensuous circles at the side of her neck.
She caught her breath. Could he feel the erratic pulse beating beneath the pad of his thumb?
“ They have every luxury car you can think of,” he added, moving closer. “Rolls-Royce. Mercedes. Ferrari.”
“ What about…a Cadillac limousine?”
“ One of every size and color—or so I’d imagine.” His breath fanned her lips. “Limos are their mainstay.”
“ I’ve always wanted to ride in a limo. An incredibly long, plush limo, with a built-in bar and a TV.”
“ An intriguing fantasy. Just think what we could do in a limo.”
His mouth pressed tenderly against hers, infusing her body with warmth. His tongue persuaded her lips apart, then probed her mouth, performing an intimate mating dance with her tongue. As his hands scaled her back, she locked her arms behind his neck, twisted her hands in his hair. She felt a thread of trust weave between them, through them, around them, as if en-twining them together for eternity.
“ Desiree, you taste so sweet…”
His hand traced up her side to lightly graze the side of her breast, and her head fell back. A sigh of ecstasy echoed in the night as his lips moved slowly, sensuously up her throat, then covered her mouth once more.
Suddenly he winced sharply and she felt him draw back.
“ What’s wrong?” she asked breathlessly.
“ I think the stick shift’s permanently embedded in my side.”
“ Oh. I’m sorry.”
“ And the windshield’s all fogged up.”
She giggled softly. No more than my brain, she thought. “I guess there’s no point in kissing out in the car, is there? Would you like to come in for a brandy?”
He leaned his forehead against hers and smiled into her eyes. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Six
As Desiree retrieved a bottle of brandy from her credenza and poured two snifters, she watched Kyle take off his tailored suit jacket and hang it neatly over the back of a wing chair. His tie soon joined the jacket, and he opened the top two buttons of his shirt.
“ That’s better,” he said, exhaling deeply as he sank back into the couch. “Ever try to kiss a woman with a tie digging into your neck?”
Desiree laughed. “Not recently.” She handed Kyle his drink and sat down next to him.
“ Thanks.” He raised the glass in a toast. “To the loveliest deejay I’ve ever met.”
“ The loveliest? How many deejays have you met?”
His lips tilted up in a roguish grin. “Not many. And all the others were men.”
“ That’s what I thought. Thanks a lot.”
“ Allow me to amend my toast. To my new favorite deejay. May she forever rule the airwaves.”
“ I’ll drink to that.” She clinked her glass against his.
He extended an arm across the back of the couch, his eyes caressing her face as he slowly sipped his brandy.
“ I hope you know...” his voice dropped to a husky whisper “You are truly lovely. I was proud to be out with you tonight. Not just because you’re beautiful to look at, but because you’re…you.”
Her heart
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