Page 82 of Fake it for Keeps

I wanted to know what could have been. Just one night.

“Okay,” I whispered.

His eyes darkened, and then his mouth was on mine again.

This kiss was different from the one on the dance floor. That had been romantic, sweet, almost tender. This was hungry. Desperate. His hands tangled in my hair, tilting my head back so he could deepen the kiss. I melted into him. If there had been any kind of doubt left in my mind, it vanished the second his lips touched mine.

That wasn’t true. The doubt was never really there. After that kiss, I knew I would jump at the chance to be with him if he offered.

God, he lit a bonfire in my core I couldn’t put out.

His tongue swept into my mouth, and I made a sound I’d never made before. It was all needy and wanting and completely unguarded. He groaned in response, one hand sliding down to grip my hip, pulling me closer.

I was vaguely aware that we were still in the limo. That his driver was probably very aware of what was happening in the back seat. But I couldn’t bring myself to care.

All I could think about was the way Colt tasted. The way his hands felt on my body. There was a confidence about him that I could feel in the way he dragged me even closer. There was possession in his hold. But it was the way he kissed me like he’d been starving for it that really had me lost.

The car stopped, and Colt pulled back just enough to murmur against my lips, “We’re here.”

My brain felt fuzzy. “Here?”

“My place.” He pressed another kiss to my mouth. “Come upstairs with me.”

It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway.