very excited about the potential.”
Lief thought about this for a moment. Then he leaned over her and put his lips against hers and asked, “Better than this?”
“Oh, far better,” she said with a smile.
He tried again, and this time he tongued open her lips. He loved the wet velvet of her mouth. And her special taste was a kind of earthy ambrosia that he was already addicted to. There hadn’t been that many kisses between them—it had been less than two weeks since that fateful night he’d had to drive her home. But God above, he wanted to live inside her mouth. “Better than that?” he asked.
“Slightly better,” she said.
“Forget him,” he said, covering her mouth in a demanding kiss that plunged into her. Ah! Her arms came around him, and her tongue joined the play, dueling with his. Their mouths were fused, open, hot and wet, and he slid his large body over her smaller, soft, sweet body. He loved the lushness of her, the fullness of her hips and breasts. She made him hard, that’s what.
He pushed against her. With a knee placed in a strategic position, he parted her legs a bit and pushed deeper. Her pleased moan was music to his ears, and, though it was early stages yet, he took a chance, slipping a hand under her sweater and over her breast. He could feel her nipple harden under the bra, beneath his hand, and he desperately wanted it in his mouth.
“Better than this?” he asked, his voice hoarse and a little breathless.
“Not so much,” she said, out of breath herself.
“We’re gonna have to move on this one of these days,” he announced. “I’ve been wanting you since the minute I met you.”
“I think there’s something you should know…”
“Hm? What’s that?” he asked, placing small kisses around her face and neck.
“I haven’t had many relationships,” she said.
“Hey, I’ve only had one in the last seven years and none in the last two,” he told her. “Not a handicap, trust me.”
“Thing is, I haven’t had much… I mean, I was real busy with food. There were a few short flings, that’s about it. And I haven’t had much…”
He became more alert. “I know eventually you’re going to finish that sentence,” he said.
“Sex,” she said. “Not much sex.”
“That’s okay, honey. In fact, that’s sweet.”
“And as far as really good sex? Rock-your-world sex? Satisfying sex? Basically…” She let that sentence drift off. But he waited. He lifted one brow. She took a breath. “Basically, none.”
He was quiet a moment. “As in… None?” he asked. When she nodded, he asked, “How about sweet or comfortable or compatible sex?”
“Not really. I had a few short things. With guys I met in the business, you know. They were over quickly. And each one left me wondering why I bothered.”
“Gotcha,” he said. He brushed the hair back from her temple. “Listen, if you ever decide to change career fields, maybe give seminars to women on how to really set up a challenge for a guy, I think you’re on to something here…”
“I wouldn’t blame you at all if you decided this really wasn’t worth your time,” she said.
He was still positioned over her. He smiled into her eyes. Then he went for that delicious mouth again, teased her, demanded of her, forced her lips open and then waited for her tongue to start the play before he went deeper, harder. He kissed her with his whole body, and she felt it, pushing back against him. When she was breathing hard, gasping a little, he pulled back a bit. “No such luck, honey. You’re not going to ask yourself why you bothered this time. Trust me.”
“Kiss me some more,” she demanded. “This is pretty good. At least when you apply yourself.”
Oh, this is going to be good, Courtney thought when she walked into the counselor’s waiting room. The button-down collar of the guy’s plaid, short-sleeved shirt couldn’t have been tighter on his long, skinny neck. He looked a little like a heron.
“Courtney, hello!” he said cheerily. “I’m Jerry.”
“Hi,” she said, deadpan.
“Come in the office.” He stepped aside and let her enter ahead of him. She took the chair facing the desk, and he went behind the desk. “Something in your manner tells me you’ve done this sort of thing before.”
“Ya think?” she asked, lifting a thin, black eyebrow.
“Assuming that’s the case, what do you think we should talk about?”
She leaned back in the chair. “I guess you probably want to talk about the