from each other.” For the first time Callie noticed that Dylan had stopped eating. “Everything taste okay? You're not eating anymore.”
“Delicious. Just going to get more lemonade. Do you want more?” he replied pushing back his chair. Dylan didn't wait for an answer. Instead he simply refilled her glass. “Have you told anyone else?”
Callie shook her head. “No. Just Lauren. I'm not sure I'm ready for all my friends to know.” For a brief second Callie thought she saw a look of relief pass across Dylan's face. I'm imaging things again.
Dylan sat back down. “That makes sense. No need to rush things.” With that comment, Dylan changed the subject entirely by asking her about her students and what they were learning.
With the simple switch in topics, she was again able to forget who Dylan actually was. Instead of seeing the rich, powerful CEO on the other side of the table, she saw someone she liked spending time with, and who seemed to like spending time with her. Someone who under normal circumstances she could see herself having a relationship with.
Stop. Right. There. We're from two different worlds. He dates A-listers that dress in Gucci and Armani, not school teachers that shop at JC Penney.
Thanks to her mind's jolt back to the real world, Callie felt the need to put some extra distance between Dylan and herself. So even though she wasn't finished eating Callie stood. “Keep eating. I'm just going to start cleaning up this mess.” Turning to face the counter she busied herself with putting things away and wiping down the all ready clean counter.
“Why don't you let me do that.”
Callie froze in place. She hadn't heard him get up. Yet Dylan now stood directly behind her, close enough that she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. Without waiting for a reply he removed the parsley from her hand and placed it on the self she'd been struggling to reach.
Slowly she dropped her arm back down and turned around expecting Dylan to step back. He didn't move. Rather he reached out to brush a stray piece of hair off her face.
As if on autopilot Callie closed her eyes has his fingers skimmed down her check and neck to her shoulder. With the weight of his hand resting on her shoulder, she waited not sure what to expect. And then she felt just the slightest bit of pressure as his lips settled over hers. Everything seemed to stop. The only thing she was aware of was his callused hand on her shoulder, his lips on hers. The kiss was gentle. Tender.
This shouldn't be happening. Not with this man.
Even as her brain protested, Callie's body responded. She wanted to feel his hard muscled body pressed up against hers. So even though she knew she should break contact, she took a step closer and rested her hands on his wide shoulders.
Kissing hadn't been on his agenda for the evening. Not that he hadn't been thinking about it since he'd walked in, but he kept telling himself to ignore the urge. He'd been doing a damn good job of it to until she turned around. Then, something in him just snapped. He'd felt as if he'd go crazy if he didn't taste her here and now.
Just once . I'll stop after that he promised himself keeping the kiss light.
His mind told him to pull back. Put some space between them. And he had every intention of doing just that when he felt Callie's hands tentatively settle on his shoulders.
Putting his arms around her waist, Dylan gently tugged her up against his body. Deepening their kiss he teased her lips with his tongue until she opened for him.
For him the outside world seemed to fade away. The only thing he was aware of was the sweet taste of lemonade that lingered on her lips and the feel of her body next to his. Slowly he moved his hand up her slender body and buried his hands in her silky dark hair.
The rumble of thunder and sudden flash of light rudely yanked Dylan back to reality. Pulling back he dropped his hands to her shoulders and tried to get himself back under
“Delicious. Just going to get more lemonade. Do you want more?” he replied pushing back his chair. Dylan didn't wait for an answer. Instead he simply refilled her glass. “Have you told anyone else?”
Callie shook her head. “No. Just Lauren. I'm not sure I'm ready for all my friends to know.” For a brief second Callie thought she saw a look of relief pass across Dylan's face. I'm imaging things again.
Dylan sat back down. “That makes sense. No need to rush things.” With that comment, Dylan changed the subject entirely by asking her about her students and what they were learning.
With the simple switch in topics, she was again able to forget who Dylan actually was. Instead of seeing the rich, powerful CEO on the other side of the table, she saw someone she liked spending time with, and who seemed to like spending time with her. Someone who under normal circumstances she could see herself having a relationship with.
Stop. Right. There. We're from two different worlds. He dates A-listers that dress in Gucci and Armani, not school teachers that shop at JC Penney.
Thanks to her mind's jolt back to the real world, Callie felt the need to put some extra distance between Dylan and herself. So even though she wasn't finished eating Callie stood. “Keep eating. I'm just going to start cleaning up this mess.” Turning to face the counter she busied herself with putting things away and wiping down the all ready clean counter.
“Why don't you let me do that.”
Callie froze in place. She hadn't heard him get up. Yet Dylan now stood directly behind her, close enough that she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. Without waiting for a reply he removed the parsley from her hand and placed it on the self she'd been struggling to reach.
Slowly she dropped her arm back down and turned around expecting Dylan to step back. He didn't move. Rather he reached out to brush a stray piece of hair off her face.
As if on autopilot Callie closed her eyes has his fingers skimmed down her check and neck to her shoulder. With the weight of his hand resting on her shoulder, she waited not sure what to expect. And then she felt just the slightest bit of pressure as his lips settled over hers. Everything seemed to stop. The only thing she was aware of was his callused hand on her shoulder, his lips on hers. The kiss was gentle. Tender.
This shouldn't be happening. Not with this man.
Even as her brain protested, Callie's body responded. She wanted to feel his hard muscled body pressed up against hers. So even though she knew she should break contact, she took a step closer and rested her hands on his wide shoulders.
Kissing hadn't been on his agenda for the evening. Not that he hadn't been thinking about it since he'd walked in, but he kept telling himself to ignore the urge. He'd been doing a damn good job of it to until she turned around. Then, something in him just snapped. He'd felt as if he'd go crazy if he didn't taste her here and now.
Just once . I'll stop after that he promised himself keeping the kiss light.
His mind told him to pull back. Put some space between them. And he had every intention of doing just that when he felt Callie's hands tentatively settle on his shoulders.
Putting his arms around her waist, Dylan gently tugged her up against his body. Deepening their kiss he teased her lips with his tongue until she opened for him.
For him the outside world seemed to fade away. The only thing he was aware of was the sweet taste of lemonade that lingered on her lips and the feel of her body next to his. Slowly he moved his hand up her slender body and buried his hands in her silky dark hair.
The rumble of thunder and sudden flash of light rudely yanked Dylan back to reality. Pulling back he dropped his hands to her shoulders and tried to get himself back under
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