“Aren’t you going to invite me to see your boat?” He reached out and wrapped a lock of her hair around his finger.
“We’re not in the office, Merri. It’s Chad. Don’t look like that. It’s really an easy name. C-H-A-D. Try it.”
“I don’t like games.”
She reached up and pulled her hair away.
“I’m not playing one.” His hand cupped under her chin and forced her to look up at him.
She batted his hand away and stepped back. “Yes, you are. You know I’m attracted to you, and you’re playing with me.” Her voice sounded far away and funny to her own ears. As if someone else was speaking. “I don’t do one night stands, Marlow.”
The wind played with her hair while he breathed in her scent. It was unique to her and made him think of sunlight and laughter mixed with fresh lemons and limes.
Without a word, he bent down and with the tip of his tongue traced the shape of her mouth. The touch was gentle yet provocative. Her lips parted. When he put his arm around her and drew her close, she leaned into his body.
That was all the encouragement he needed. Slowly and sensually he learned the shape and taste of her. Gently, he deepened the kiss until he was lost in sensations he never thought he would have. Something inside of him uncoiled, and for the first time in his life, he let himself feel. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she molded against him. When he finally took a breath, she pushed him away.