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Gliding her hands up Gibson’s strong chest to hook her fingers over his shoulders, she tugged him closer so their bodies fit together. Her sigh of pleasure sounded in stereo since Gibson echoed it, his grip on her tightening as they stood alone on the shadowed porch.
Yes. Please.
She could feel exactly how much he wanted her, his body hot and hard against hers. Emboldened, she arched on her toes until their lips brushed.
Desire streaked through her like wildfire, burning away everything but the need for more. This man had always had her number when it came to pleasure, and that hadn’t changed just because she’d quit using his last name. He loosened his hold on her hair, using both hands to skate down her body, thumbs barely skimming the sides of her breasts, so that she shivered into him, her nipples tightening into hard points.
By the time he cupped her hips it took all her willpower not to rock and wriggle against him, to create the friction she desperately needed. The ache between her thighs was sharp. Intense. Made all the more so by the knowledge of how easily he could satisfy the hunger.
But she couldn’t let this encounter get any more out of control, could she? Instead, she pressed her thighs together in an effort to ease the throbbing. She concentrated on the way his tongue stroked along hers. Just the right amount of pressure. The perfect amount of patience. He knew her body so well, and had always taken a pride in being able to give her orgasm after orgasm. What woman walks away from that kind of sensual attention?
Already, his slow, thorough kisses were turning her inside out. His fingers had rucked up the hem of her tank dress just enough to allow his touches to trail over the tops of her bare thighs. Her feminine muscles clenched tighter, her body speeding toward the finish she needed even though they were just kissing.
Couldn’t happen.
Or, rather,shouldn’thappen. Because the logistics were all in place for her to go there. One brush of his fingers between her legs and she’d be flying apart...
“Wait.” Breaking the kiss, she tried to catch her breath while Gibson studied her through half-lidded eyes.
He’d complied with her request for space instantly, a mark of gentlemanly restraint she should admire. And she did, of course. But she wouldn’t have minded if he’d looked half as breathless and starved for her as she felt for him.
Gibson had always been that way though—relentlessly controlled. A lifetime of being a hockey star—from the time he was a preteen until this moment—had schooled him to be the spokesperson for every team he’d ever been on. His charm, his media savvy, his consummate composure didn’t break for anyone.
A welcomed reality check.
“What made you change your mind?” he asked, releasing his hold on the hem of her dress.
Letting go of her.
The summer evening felt cooler all of the sudden. The soft chirp of crickets and katydids filled the air. Farther away, a bobcat screeched its distinctive call.
“I haven’t changed my mind. I’m still going to honor the date.” She didn’t hate the idea really. Gibson’s long absences had hurt her, but their marriage was over so she had no expectations where he was concerned.
His charm and composure might be welcome at a family wedding where she would inevitably feel out of her element. Gibson would smooth her way through the day, talking to people and keeping the focus off of her.
“That’s not what I meant. You changed your mind about the kiss.” He regarded her closely, like she was a puzzle to solve.
His dark eyes saw too much.
Especially when she’d let her guard down. Her whole body felt raw from that kiss. From the orgasm that she hadn’t allowed to happen. Her pulse remained thready. Erratic.
“We kissed,” she reminded him, backing away a step to insert some space between them. She really needed to retreat before she thought too much about how good they could make each other feel. “It was...” not nearly enough “...nice. Like always.”
“Nice?” He bristled. Predictably.
Was shetryingto goad him into a do-over? A wayward shiver tickled over her skin at the thought.
“Okay, better than nice. Obviously.” She hugged her arms around herself, missing his hands on her.
Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes. “Then why stop something we were both enjoying so much?”
His voice stroked over her as surely as any touch. How could mere words set her on fire so easily?
Retreat!
“Because unfortunately, sometimes the things we like aren’t good for us.” She knew that from personal experience.
With him.
