Follow Your Heart (Catalina Cove #4) - Brenda Jackson Page 0,84
the shots. A keeper? Her? Puhleez. But just the thought he somehow believed it broke a barrier within her. One she’d erected after her breakup with Westley, who hadn’t treated her like anything other than a convenience.
“Okay, fine, Tanner. We can try this for two weeks and that’s it.”
A smile spread across his face and he said, “You won’t regret it, Lyric.”
She sure hoped she wouldn’t. She broke eye contact with him and studied the floor. She didn’t bother looking up when she saw the toes of his shoes, indicating he’d come around the desk and was standing by her chair. She looked up at him and when he offered her his hand, she took it.
Immediately, just his touch sent sensations spiraling through her. And from the way he was looking at her, she knew he’d felt them, as well.
He gently pulled her to her feet. His face was close to hers, right there, nearly lip to lip. She could feel the heat of his breath on her mouth.
“May I kiss you to seal our agreement?”
She honestly didn’t think that was necessary, but with his mouth so close to hers, he had her remembering his taste and how delicious it was. She licked her bottom lip at the memory. Their lips were a breath apart and she said, “Yes.”
“You don’t know how much I needed to hear you say that, Lyric.” He took her mouth in a ravishing kiss.
Like he had on Monday, he was kissing her thoroughly and deeply. Tanner was kissing her in a way that lit up every part of her body. Over the next few weeks, they would not make love. When he saw that he wouldn’t be scoring with her again, he would move on to someone else.
In the meantime...she’d begun throbbing down there, as well. A little at first, but now it was as if she was being stroked between her thighs with the same pace and rhythm his tongue was moving in her mouth.
She could actually feel herself getting wet and moaned his name. It was then that she remembered his kiss alone had the ability to make her come. How had she forgotten that? Snatching her mouth away, she drew in a sharp breath and took a step back. Tanner had her at a disadvantage. She was putty anytime his tongue, that gloriously experienced tongue, went inside her mouth.
“I have some things I need to do before I open up the gym,” she said, breathless.
“Mind if I hang around?”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Why?”
“I need a good workout and promise not to get underfoot. Then I’d like to take you to dinner later. That is if you don’t mind sharing a meal with me.”
She tilted her head and looked at him. “I thought you were going to let me decide how we spent our time together.”
He nodded. “Okay, you’re right. Dinner was just a suggestion.”
“One I accept.”
He smiled. “Thanks. And you don’t have a problem with me hanging around for a while?”
A part of her wanted to say yes, she had a problem with it, because she knew she’d be ogling him every chance she got. But instead, she said, “No. I honestly don’t expect we’ll be too busy today. We weren’t yesterday. Most of our regulars participated in Friday’s marathon and are giving their bodies a break.”
He nodded again. “Okay. I’ll go to the car to grab my gym bag. I’ll be back in a second.”
Lyric watched him leave, hoping her decision to spend time with him was one she would not regret making.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“I CAN’T BELIEVE how lucky I’ve been today,” Roman said, glancing over at Victoria.
“Speak for yourself.”
He shook his head, grinning. He had caught several types of fish. His pail was full, practically brimming over. Unfortunately, except for a red bass, and a small one at that, the fish weren’t biting Victoria’s hook. “Be careful. You’re sounding like a jealous fisherman.”
She rolled her eyes. “Who cares? Just because you’re having a good day doesn’t—”
He lifted his eyebrows. “A good day?”
“Okay, okay. You’re having an exceedingly good day. That’s no reason to brag.”
Roman threw back his head and laughed. “So says the woman who’s been bragging on all our other fishing adventures. The woman who took a picture of her huge catch and texted it to all her family to see. The woman who—”
“Okay, Roman. I get the reminder. Please don’t rub it in,” she grumbled.
“Sure, sweetheart. I’ll save my rubbing for later, at a more opportune and pleasurable time.”