Swing (30 page)
She smiled shyly. "Okay."
Someone tried the doorknob, rattling the door a little. When the man peered in, she shook her head, mouthing
"we're closed."
"I . . . uh . . . need to turn down the lights so people know we're closed, otherwise that'll keep happening."
She dimmed the lights then grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler and fol owed him to the table with the
two loveseats in the corner.
"This is nice," she said as she sat down across from him.
She watched him as he sipped his tea, her gaze straying to his lips. Full and sexy. She could imagine them
pressed against the back of her hand, playing along her knuckles. Goose bumps blossomed along her arm as she
thought of those lips taking a long, leisurely stroll up her arm, then nuzzling at the base of her neck. He would
stroke the back of her neck, then tip up her chin and capture her lips in a firm, passionate kiss.
Oh, man, she wanted him. Maybe her sister was right. Maybe she should just jump him here and now. Have a
sexual romp totally devoid of a relationship or baggage. Just consume each other's bodies in a hot, wicked flight
of fancy.
But how could she be so bold? Her gaze shifted from his lips to his hot, simmering eyes, and she felt her breasts
swel with the need to feel his hands on them. His lips. She wanted him. Here. Now.
"Exactly what are you thinking?" he asked.
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