Just One Kiss (Fool's Gold #10)

Her head dropped back, giving him more access. When he shifted his hands to her br**sts, she closed her eyes to avoid the distraction of looking instead of feeling.

As his thumbs and forefingers closed over her ni**les, his mouth settled on hers. He pushed his tongue inside and stroked her in rhythm with the magic he worked on her br**sts. The combination had her straining toward him. Liquid heat pooled in her center and she knew she was seconds away from begging him to never stop.

He dropped his hands to her waist and drew her against him. She went willingly, needing the contact. His erection was hard against her belly and she pressed into him, happy to know she wasn’t the only one enjoying their game.

Only Justice wasn’t playing. He cupped her face in his hands and stared into her eyes.

“I want you,” he breathed.

Words designed to thrill, she thought, as a shiver raced through her.

“I want you, too,” she murmured before she could think if that was wise or not. And then more truth tumbled out. “But I’m not on any birth control, and it’s not like I came prepared.”

She hated to be practical. In a perfect world they would both suddenly be naked, maybe on a private beach somewhere or on a bed in the forest. They would make love with no awkward bits or consequences. Only life wasn’t that tidy.

He held her gaze for a handful of heartbeats, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom.

“Oh.” She blinked. “Either you’re a careful planner or we have to talk about your lifestyle.” Because being with a man who always hoped to get lucky wasn’t her idea of a good time.

“I’ve been a careful planner since my second week in town. And only around you,” he added. “It wasn’t an assumption. It was wishful thinking.” He touched her cheek. “About you, Patience. No one else.”

She felt any stern resolve melt away. “You mean you don’t have a thing for Mayor Marsha?”

“Sorry, no.”

“I’m not sure that’s something you need to apologize for,” she said, leaning into him.

He pulled her against him and lowered his head. Their mouths brushed once, twice, before he settled in for a good long kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and gave herself over to the sensation of being seduced by him.

His mouth was gentle yet determined. He claimed her with an intensity that left her breathless. Just when she was wishing he would start touching her in other places, he began easing her backward, toward the storeroom.

Not a bad idea, she thought, realizing the main part of the store had windows that faced one of Fool’s Gold’s primary streets. Perhaps getting naked in front of traffic and pedestrians wasn’t the best plan.

She pulled back as she realized doing “it” surrounded by boxes and packing crates wasn’t, either.

“There’s no real place,” she began as she stepped away from him and moved toward the doorway. “It’s not like I keep a pile of blankets around or a cot. We don’t even have stairs. I’ve seen people have sex on stairs in the movies. It looks really uncomfortable. Besides, I’m not very bendy and I haven’t done it in a while...”

Her voice trailed off as she realized he was simply watching her.

She swallowed. “I’m just saying it’s been a long time and I might not be very good.”

The last confession was delivered in a whisper.

“About done?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Have you changed your mind or are you nervous?”

She licked her lips. “You know. That second one.”

Something flashed in his blue eyes; then he crossed to her and pulled off her T-shirt. Just like that. Without asking. There they were in a small back room with shelves and boxes and a big hole where the dishwasher was going to go, and he was taking off her clothes.

“I remember the first time I met you,” he said, turning her so that she stood with her back to him. He picked up her hair and shifted it over one shoulder, then lightly kissed the back of her neck.

“You were fourteen and I was eighteen and scared as hell. But then you walked into history, sat next to me, smiled and introduced yourself. That was it. One smile and I was hooked.”

The warm heat of his mouth made her break out in goose bumps. “You were?”

“Uh-huh. Being around you made me feel I wasn’t on the run. I could pretend I was just like everyone else.”

She started to turn to face him, but he wouldn’t let her. Instead he held her in place, her back to his front, her butt nestling against his erection. He settled his hands on her belly, his fingers splayed. She watched as he moved them around in a slow circle.

“I wanted to kiss you,” he admitted, doing just that on her neck. “I wanted to hold you and touch you.” He hesitated. “Let’s just say there was more to the fantasy.”

“I’m scandalized,” she murmured, a smile in her voice.