To distract himself, Tyler turned another page on the blueprints. Jenna moved
unexpectedly and his biceps brushed the tip of her breast. "It's the pool,"
he gasped, pretending he didn't notice the touch, even as a burn of arousal invaded
his system.
"And that?" She pointed to a darkened square in the center of the
page.
Had she noticed his inadvertent touch? She didn't react.
"The garden," he said.
"There's a garden in the middle of the hotel?" She glanced up at
him.
"Yes. You access it from the spa." He looked down into her crystal
green eyes. Bad move. They were way too close.
"This is very nice of you," she gave him a small smile, and his heart
stopped beating.
"What's nice?" She's engaged to your client, idiot. His heart had
no business doing anything strange in response to her smile.
"Tonight... Dinner..." She took a deep breath and tipped her head.
His heart slammed instantly into overdrive.
It was so wrong, but she was so close. All sweetness and light and softness.
The slightest move on his part, and they'd be kissing. He'd be tasting her lips,
exploring their tenderness, feeling their heat. Wet, wild, and wonderful.
"Dinner was nice," he said instead, steeling his desire, threatening
himself with dire consequences if he dared move even a centimeter closer.
"And you found the floor plans." She shifted, letting her thigh brush
against his. She raised her hand to his biceps and rested her fingertips against
his cotton sleeve.
Oh, no. That was an invitation only a total cad would ignore. He either had
to kiss her now or insult her so bad.
Nobody said no to body language like that. Nobody said no to a woman who looked
and smelled, sounded and felt like her.
"Jenna..." He needed to stop this. He needed to let her down easy.
"Yes?" she breathed.
He clenched his hands into fists, trying to get the right words, the right
phrases to form in his mind. But, they didn't. There was no way out of this without
kissing her.
Just quick, he promised himself. Just a brush. Just a taste.
He tipped forward.
Her eyes closed, and her lips softened.
Aw, hell. He gently pressed his lips against hers, promising himself he'd keep
them closed, promising himself he wouldn't pucker.
Her hand convulsed around his arm.
A roar started in his ears and quickly overwhelmed his brain. His lips parted.
She tasted of sweet wine and summer sunshine.
Her lips moved, and her breath sighed. And, for the life of him, he couldn't
make himself let her go.
His hands crept up her back until they'd buried themselves in her thick hair,
releasing the scent of roses and nearly blowing his mind.
Her lips opened wider, and he absolutely had to follow suit. He cupped the
back of her neck, pulling her tighter. Want and need overwhelmed his system with
the power of a midnight storm.
His knee slipped between her legs, and she pressed closer, her sweet body entwining
itself with his own. He could feel himself slipping toward the point of no return.
He had to stop this.
Now.
Right now.
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