slow, sexy smile.
Maggie scalded her tongue on the hot coffee.
As the meal progressed, Maggie grew steadily more nervous and churned up inside. It didn’t help matters that she couldn’t seem to stop glancing at his mouth every time he took a forkful of food or a sip from his cup. He had a beautiful male mouth, the upper lip thin, the lower slightly fuller, more sensuous. She felt she could almost taste it along with her food and drink.
It was pure heaven.
It was sheer hell.
It was finally over.
Barely tasting the food she’d consumed, Maggie was amazed that she had cleaned her plateof every morsel. Even so, she still felt hungry, empty and needy.
Get back to work, to reality, Maggie scolded herself. Setting her napkin beside her plate, she pushed back her chair, stood and began clearing the table.
“Leave it,” Mitch ordered. Rising, he circled the table to pluck the plate from her suddenly trembling fingers.
“But…” Maggie began, her voice trailing away as she looked up, stopped breathing and got lost inside his silvery eyes.
“I’m going to kiss you, Maggie.”
It was a fair-enough warning, Maggie allowed. He didn’t move or lower his head, giving her a moment to protest or retreat if she chose to do so. She didn’t. Instead, she raised her head to give him her response, and better access to her mouth.
“Yes, please.”
Something flickered in his eyes. Surprise? Delight? Maggie didn’t know, nor did she care, for he slowly lowered his head to claim her mouth with his own.
Shooting stars. Exploding rockets. And yes, the earth moving under her feet. Maggie feltcertain she experienced every one of those phenomena, plus sensations too numerous to count.
She wanted, she needed…more.
So, obviously, did Mitch. His arms coiled around her, drawing her into intimate contact with his hardening body. His mouth devoured hers. His tongue thrust deep to scour the sweetness of her mouth.
Curling her arms around his taut neck, Maggie vaguely heard a low groan of need, but wasn’t sure if it came from his throat or her own. She could taste the coffee he had drunk, and the distinct, mind-clouding flavor of pure Mitch. Wanting more and more of his taste she clung to his mouth, to him. She couldn’t breathe. She didn’t care. At that moment, she’d have happily died in the all-consuming fire of his kiss.
But, apparently, Mitch had a different kind of death in mind for both of them. Pulling his head back, he stared at her, his eyes molten silver with passion. Loosening his hold, he moved away, toward a door set into the wall a few feet behind them.
Maggie blinked in confusion. Where was he going? she wondered. Of course, she had noticed the door before, and had assumed it opened intoa storage area, or perhaps even Mitch’s private bathroom.
“Come with me, Maggie,” he said, extending one hand to her, while grasping the doorknob with the other. “Please.”
He wanted her to go with him into a closet…or a bathroom? But, even as the question flashed through her mind, Maggie took a step forward and slid her hand into his.
The door opened to reveal an enclosed staircase, and it was then Maggie recalled Karla saying that Mitch had an apartment on the third level.
Butterflies were doing bumps and grinds in her stomach, but she allowed Mitch to lead her up the carpeted stairs.
The staircase opened onto a spacious landing. A large living area was located to the left and a hallway ran straight to the back of the building.
Maggie barely had time to see the living area, getting a mere glimpse of large, overstuffed furniture in midnight blue and white. With a tug on her hand, Mitch drew her to an open door along the hallway.
Legs trembling, she preceded him into his bedroom, flinching when he swung the door shut behind them.
Alone at last.
The echo of his words of a few hours ago rang inside her head. Only here and now, they were really alone…together…in his bedroom. The king-size bed loomed
Maggie scalded her tongue on the hot coffee.
As the meal progressed, Maggie grew steadily more nervous and churned up inside. It didn’t help matters that she couldn’t seem to stop glancing at his mouth every time he took a forkful of food or a sip from his cup. He had a beautiful male mouth, the upper lip thin, the lower slightly fuller, more sensuous. She felt she could almost taste it along with her food and drink.
It was pure heaven.
It was sheer hell.
It was finally over.
Barely tasting the food she’d consumed, Maggie was amazed that she had cleaned her plateof every morsel. Even so, she still felt hungry, empty and needy.
Get back to work, to reality, Maggie scolded herself. Setting her napkin beside her plate, she pushed back her chair, stood and began clearing the table.
“Leave it,” Mitch ordered. Rising, he circled the table to pluck the plate from her suddenly trembling fingers.
“But…” Maggie began, her voice trailing away as she looked up, stopped breathing and got lost inside his silvery eyes.
“I’m going to kiss you, Maggie.”
It was a fair-enough warning, Maggie allowed. He didn’t move or lower his head, giving her a moment to protest or retreat if she chose to do so. She didn’t. Instead, she raised her head to give him her response, and better access to her mouth.
“Yes, please.”
Something flickered in his eyes. Surprise? Delight? Maggie didn’t know, nor did she care, for he slowly lowered his head to claim her mouth with his own.
Shooting stars. Exploding rockets. And yes, the earth moving under her feet. Maggie feltcertain she experienced every one of those phenomena, plus sensations too numerous to count.
She wanted, she needed…more.
So, obviously, did Mitch. His arms coiled around her, drawing her into intimate contact with his hardening body. His mouth devoured hers. His tongue thrust deep to scour the sweetness of her mouth.
Curling her arms around his taut neck, Maggie vaguely heard a low groan of need, but wasn’t sure if it came from his throat or her own. She could taste the coffee he had drunk, and the distinct, mind-clouding flavor of pure Mitch. Wanting more and more of his taste she clung to his mouth, to him. She couldn’t breathe. She didn’t care. At that moment, she’d have happily died in the all-consuming fire of his kiss.
But, apparently, Mitch had a different kind of death in mind for both of them. Pulling his head back, he stared at her, his eyes molten silver with passion. Loosening his hold, he moved away, toward a door set into the wall a few feet behind them.
Maggie blinked in confusion. Where was he going? she wondered. Of course, she had noticed the door before, and had assumed it opened intoa storage area, or perhaps even Mitch’s private bathroom.
“Come with me, Maggie,” he said, extending one hand to her, while grasping the doorknob with the other. “Please.”
He wanted her to go with him into a closet…or a bathroom? But, even as the question flashed through her mind, Maggie took a step forward and slid her hand into his.
The door opened to reveal an enclosed staircase, and it was then Maggie recalled Karla saying that Mitch had an apartment on the third level.
Butterflies were doing bumps and grinds in her stomach, but she allowed Mitch to lead her up the carpeted stairs.
The staircase opened onto a spacious landing. A large living area was located to the left and a hallway ran straight to the back of the building.
Maggie barely had time to see the living area, getting a mere glimpse of large, overstuffed furniture in midnight blue and white. With a tug on her hand, Mitch drew her to an open door along the hallway.
Legs trembling, she preceded him into his bedroom, flinching when he swung the door shut behind them.
Alone at last.
The echo of his words of a few hours ago rang inside her head. Only here and now, they were really alone…together…in his bedroom. The king-size bed loomed
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