When his mouth touched hers Allie felt as though the heat
of a jalapeno pepper followed by the bite of a chipotle flowed through her
arteries and lodged in her core. She lost her hold on the package. She heard
the thud of the bag he held. One of his hands cupped her head. She braced hers
on his shoulders and opened to his questing tongue.
His aroma of citrus and spice intoxicated her. He tasted
of coffee and cinnamon. His hand slid along her spine and crew her into a tight
embrace. She rubbed her aching breasts against the wall of his chest. His
erection pulsed against her belly. Her body responded with a rush of wetness.
He raised his head. “You’re lethal.”
She sucked in a breath. “Me? I would say you’re the
intoxicating one and we’re about to plunge into a cauldron of boiling water.”
“I like heat.” He pressed her against the door and
captured her hands with one of his. With them held above her head he stroked
her throat with his tongue. She thrust her hips against him. She wanted, no
needed, more.
He brought his lips to hers. He released her hands. His
leg slid between hers. When he caressed her breasts she rode his thigh seeking
completion. Her breath came in gasping pants. She fumbled behind her for the
door. If they didn’t move within seconds they would consummate in the hall.
Wait. The word
hovered in her throat but the urgency was too strong.
An annoying buzzing sound continued with a strident
demand. “Damn.” Greg straightened and pulled a cell from his pocket. He looked
as dazed as Allie felt. “Yeah…I hear you…Not good…Give me half an hour.” He
gazed into Allie’s eyes. “Got to go. Sorry.”
“I’m not. We’re moving too fast.”
“Agreed.” He touched her lips with a finger. “Is breakfast
still on?”
“Definitely.”
“See you then. I’ll be on the terrace by eight AM. Just
whistle and I’ll be there.” He pushed away. “We’ll take things slow.”
She laughed. “Slow. Right.” She snatched the packages from
the floor and entered the apartment where she flopped on the couch. How could a
kiss become so hot so fast? Never happened before. She ran her hands along her
arms. She wasn’t sure where she and Greg headed but she intended to enjoy the
journey.
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