The warm, sensuous movement of his mouth drew a deep, almost feral moan that emanated from deep inside her as her lips parted. Her fingers closed around the fabric of his shirt as she raised herself up on her toes, her body stretching in a slim, urgent arc as she invited the invasion to deepen, expanding the cell-deep hungry ache until she simply hung on for the ride, helpless to resist the tide of attraction, the sparking electricity between them. She felt the deep quiver run through his body.
Then it was over. She wasn’t quite sure how, but she was on her feet and not plastered up against him and he was standing there looking down at her as though... Actually, she wasn’t sure he was seeing her at all. There was a hot blankness in his eyes that slowly receded.
‘So what,’ she began in a voice that really sounded nothing like her own, ‘was that about?’
‘Does the unknown that waits for you in there suddenly look so very scary?’
It didn’t, but as explanations went that seemed more than thin. ‘Why did you kiss me?’
Breathing hard, but looking insultingly composed considering the chaos inside her body and head, he brushed an invisible speck off his shirt before replying.
‘A moment... I...I wanted to know how you tasted.’
The blunt words, drawn from him almost against his will, sent a slam of hot lust through her body.