might prove even more dangerous to her peace of mind than she had ever imagined.
She ignored it and leaned into his warm strength. Her arms wrapped around his neck. She felt the answering quiver of his body as he pulled her to him. The next thing she knew, his tongue had slipped between her teeth, and he was exploring her tongue and the inner surfaces of her mouth eagerly.
She decided Aaron felt almost like Rhyolite during the short time she’d sat upon his back; a massive collation of muscle and sinew that spoke of speed and power. But rather than intimidate her, Aaron’s vital body made her almost heady with a sense of her own feminine power.
He shook when she drew her fingers through his dark hair and let them feather across his ear. His breath hissed through his teeth when she ran her palms down his back and traced his ribs. All that power, and it was hers to command …
When she began exploring his big body with her hands, he groaned aloud.
“Hey,” he whispered, against her soft, springy hair. “If you don’t cut that out, I’ll throw you down and ravish you right here on this porch.”
Felicity stiffened. What was she doing, cavorting with the enemy like this? He didn’t want her. He was another would-be country singing star who probably wanted to use her relationship to Becky Lozano to promote his singing career.
Or so she had better convince herself.
Aaron drew back slightly and gave her a tender smile. “Not that ravishing you on the porch isn’t something I’d like very much to try.”
She blanked out the interesting image his words conjured. “I’ll bet. Well, let me tell you something, Mr. Whitaker.”
“Since we’re going to be friends now, don’t you think we ought to be on a first-name basis?”
Friends? She blinked at him. Usually, men tried to get her into bed right away in hopes Becky would hear about it and start looking into musical opportunities for her baby’s new boyfriend.
“You’re right, honey.” Aaron grinned when she stared back at him in disbelief. “I don’t want to be just your friend.”
“Is that so?” Here was where he should suggest that they adjourn to the bedroom.
“Friends don’t exchange kisses as potent as this one.”
“What?”
Potent kisses? She was losing it. Felicity squeezed her eyes shut and struggled to think straight.
“In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever kissed anyone before and almost went up in flames,” he pursued.
That did it. If she didn’t shut him up, she might let herself be seduced by words. She had to admit, Aaron had a much better idea of how to go about getting her into bed than the others who had tried.
She ignored the knowledge that Aaron had given no sign of fawning over Becky, or of even mentioning his one-time efforts as a country singer while Becky was there. Perhaps he was just more clever than the others.
She whisked herself out of his loosened hold and threw up her hand. “Hold it right there, Aaron Whitaker. My mother raised me better than to go around kissing strange men in public, even if it is my own front porch.”
“I don’t doubt it.” He laughed outright. “But I thought that since you’ve spent your entire life doing exactly as you please in spite of your mother … ”
Felicity sputtered. How had she gotten herself into this? More to the point, how would she extricate herself?
“I mean,” Aaron said softly, “I thought that since you’ve successfully evaded every other plan your mother made for your life, why not sit down here on the edge of the porch and kiss me again?”
Felicity managed an affronted sniff, but it sounded forced even to her own ears. “I don’t want to kiss anyone, thank you very much. I’m a busy woman.”
“You could make time to kiss me if you wanted to,” Aaron coaxed. He put out both hands, slow and easy, and framed her face lightly with his fingertips, barely touching her soft, vital skin. “Please, honey. Let me show you how it can be between us.
She ignored it and leaned into his warm strength. Her arms wrapped around his neck. She felt the answering quiver of his body as he pulled her to him. The next thing she knew, his tongue had slipped between her teeth, and he was exploring her tongue and the inner surfaces of her mouth eagerly.
She decided Aaron felt almost like Rhyolite during the short time she’d sat upon his back; a massive collation of muscle and sinew that spoke of speed and power. But rather than intimidate her, Aaron’s vital body made her almost heady with a sense of her own feminine power.
He shook when she drew her fingers through his dark hair and let them feather across his ear. His breath hissed through his teeth when she ran her palms down his back and traced his ribs. All that power, and it was hers to command …
When she began exploring his big body with her hands, he groaned aloud.
“Hey,” he whispered, against her soft, springy hair. “If you don’t cut that out, I’ll throw you down and ravish you right here on this porch.”
Felicity stiffened. What was she doing, cavorting with the enemy like this? He didn’t want her. He was another would-be country singing star who probably wanted to use her relationship to Becky Lozano to promote his singing career.
Or so she had better convince herself.
Aaron drew back slightly and gave her a tender smile. “Not that ravishing you on the porch isn’t something I’d like very much to try.”
She blanked out the interesting image his words conjured. “I’ll bet. Well, let me tell you something, Mr. Whitaker.”
“Since we’re going to be friends now, don’t you think we ought to be on a first-name basis?”
Friends? She blinked at him. Usually, men tried to get her into bed right away in hopes Becky would hear about it and start looking into musical opportunities for her baby’s new boyfriend.
“You’re right, honey.” Aaron grinned when she stared back at him in disbelief. “I don’t want to be just your friend.”
“Is that so?” Here was where he should suggest that they adjourn to the bedroom.
“Friends don’t exchange kisses as potent as this one.”
“What?”
Potent kisses? She was losing it. Felicity squeezed her eyes shut and struggled to think straight.
“In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever kissed anyone before and almost went up in flames,” he pursued.
That did it. If she didn’t shut him up, she might let herself be seduced by words. She had to admit, Aaron had a much better idea of how to go about getting her into bed than the others who had tried.
She ignored the knowledge that Aaron had given no sign of fawning over Becky, or of even mentioning his one-time efforts as a country singer while Becky was there. Perhaps he was just more clever than the others.
She whisked herself out of his loosened hold and threw up her hand. “Hold it right there, Aaron Whitaker. My mother raised me better than to go around kissing strange men in public, even if it is my own front porch.”
“I don’t doubt it.” He laughed outright. “But I thought that since you’ve spent your entire life doing exactly as you please in spite of your mother … ”
Felicity sputtered. How had she gotten herself into this? More to the point, how would she extricate herself?
“I mean,” Aaron said softly, “I thought that since you’ve successfully evaded every other plan your mother made for your life, why not sit down here on the edge of the porch and kiss me again?”
Felicity managed an affronted sniff, but it sounded forced even to her own ears. “I don’t want to kiss anyone, thank you very much. I’m a busy woman.”
“You could make time to kiss me if you wanted to,” Aaron coaxed. He put out both hands, slow and easy, and framed her face lightly with his fingertips, barely touching her soft, vital skin. “Please, honey. Let me show you how it can be between us.
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