“You have something against mind-blowing sex that I need to know about?”
“Yes! Starting with the fact that I don’t even know what that is! I told you—sex isn’t really my thing. If that’s why you’re inviting me, you should take someone else.” She spoke in a breathy, nervous voice that connected with something deep inside him.
“Frankie—”
“You don’t believe me, so I’m going to prove it to you.” Without warning she snatched her hands out of her pockets and grabbed him by the front of his shirt.
Then she tugged him toward her, rose on tiptoe and kissed him.
Shock froze his system. His mind went blank. The world around him faded to nothing more than white noise.
For a split second he stood there, absorbing the fact that he was finally kissing Frankie. Or rather, she was kissing him.
He felt her start to pull away and cupped her face in his hands, keeping her mouth locked against his. No way was he letting her go. No way was this ending. Desire exploded through him, raw and real, and he slid one hand down her back and pulled her against him. His other hand he pushed into the soft mass of her hair, holding her head steady for his kiss. She might have started it, but now he was taking over.
Her mouth was soft and warm and he felt her melt into him. He sensed her uncertainty, but he also felt the hunger in her. A hunger that matched his. Raw sexual desire rocked his balance and he slammed his hand against the nearest solid surface, a fence panel waiting for one of his clients in Brooklyn. He clamped his hand low on her hips and pressed her close to the hard throb of his erection. He wanted her with an intensity he’d never felt before. They were both fully clothed and yet somehow this kiss was the single most erotic experience of his life.
He had no idea how it would have ended had the blare of a car horn from the street below not brought them back to the real world.
She dragged her mouth from his and stared at him, her breathing shallow.
He hoped she wasn’t expecting him to speak because right at that moment there was only one part of his body that appeared to be functioning.
She touched her fingers to her lips and took a step back, a move that pushed her back against the fence. “What did you do that for?”
It was a struggle to focus. “What?”
“Kiss me. You kissed me!”
“Honey, you kissed me.”
“But you kissed me back.” She dragged her hand through her hair and then lifted it from the back of her neck, as if she was too hot.
He sympathized. If he was any hotter he’d combust.
“I’ve always considered kissing to be a pastime at its best when it’s a shared experience.”
“I wanted to get it out of the way.”
As far as he was concerned all they’d achieved was throwing lighter fuel on a burning fire, but he was willing to play along.
“I guess we did that.”
“Yes. So now we know.”
“Yes.” His eyes dropped to the soft curve of her mouth. “Now we know.”
She eyed him. “Just to be clear, if our relationship is a Monopoly board, we haven’t passed Go.”
“But at least we’re not in jail. That’s always a good thing.” Although if you could earn yourself jail time for bad thoughts, he would be heading for a long stint inside.
“We bought you something.” Paige placed four bags on her desk and Frankie roused herself from daydreams about Matt.
That kiss had been nothing like she’d expected. Nothing like anything she’d experienced before. She’d started it, but somehow the balance of power had shifted instantly. There was no doubt that Matt had been the one in charge. She was trying to work out how that could have happened but the whole thing was a dizzying blur. Never in a million years would she have thought kissing could have felt so—so—intense. She could still feel it. The firm pressure of his hands on her face, the skill of his mouth, the sheer heat of it. It had been a discovery, a lightning bolt—
Crap, she was starting to sound like Eva.
Giving herself a mental slap, she reached for the bags. “Those look expensive.”