Page 105 of Whispers and Wildfire
“How do you feel?” he asked, his voice low but surprisingly even.
“Okay, I guess. If you’re into that sort of thing.” My lips turned up in a smile. “What about you? Are you…?” I glanced down at the bulge in his pants.
“Fine,” he said. “That was just for you.”
For a second, his casual generosity made me want to run. It was too much—too intense. A voice in the back of my mind kept trying to get my attention, telling me to slow down and think about what I was doing. This was Luke. Luke Haven. We’d tried this before and failed. Spectacularly.
But that had been so long ago. Almost another life.
Could we try again?
Instead of bolting out the door, I leaned in and kissed him. “So, where are you taking me?”
“What do you mean?”
“On our first date.”
“Who said I’m taking you on a date?”
“You did.”
The corners of his mouth lifted in a subtle grin. “When did I say that?”
I planted my hands on his chest. “You said I’m not going out with anyone else. Someone needs to take me out. If it can’t be anyone else, that leaves you.”
His fierce gaze locked with mine. “Only me.”
My heart fluttered. I’d expected him to fire back with something snarky, not scorch me with a look. I nodded.
“An orgasm wasn’t enough?” He grinned again. “You need a date too?”
“I admit, that was both unexpected and spectacular.”
“Good.” He took my chin in his hand and tilted my face up. “All right, a date. How about now?”
“Now? It’s the middle of the day.”
“I’m pretty sure the boss won’t mind.”
“Okay.” I hesitated. “Should I change?”
He grinned again and pressed his lips to mine. “No. You’re perfect just the way you are.”
I knew he meant what I was wearing, but the comment almost brought me to tears. I side stepped and he let go of my chin. “You figure out where we’re going, but I’ll drive. Since you can’t.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I moved closer to the door. I needed a minute so my head would stop spinning. “I’ll be ready in a few.”
He nodded and his smile sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. Still slightly breathless, I left his office, stopped in the restroom, then went back to the lobby.
I plopped onto the chair and, for a moment, stared into space. The phone lit up, but it was still on break mode, so I ignored it.
My entire body tingled with the memory of Luke. His hands. His kiss. His strong grip. The way he’d taken controlof my body and given me pleasure without a single thought for his own.
But as the heady rush of climax continued to subside, doubt crept in. Or maybe it was fear.
Was it all a big mistake? Would we crash and burn a second time?
