Summer of Love - Carly Phillips Page 0,18

the flowers to retrieve it?” She waggled her eyebrows in an attempt to soften the blow of her words, something Zoe seemed to accomplish with ease.

“That about sums it up.”

“Trust me, Elena won’t bat an eyelash at her lost bulbs. In November, she’ll just wake me at dawn to replant.”

He grinned. “Thank you for that.”

She narrowed her gaze, a small crease forming between her eyebrows. “For what?”

He shrugged. “I’m not sure. For being you maybe? Here we are, two people who couldn’t have more at stake or be more at odds and yet you seem to care about my feelings, anyway.”

To his surprise, she actually blushed. “It’s one of my shortcomings I guess. I blame those Costas genes. We’re suckers for people we like.”

He stepped closer. “And you like me.”

Her lips curved in a reluctant smile. “Yeah. More so when you forget you’re a conservative suit-and-tie kind of guy. Like now.” Her gaze fell to his bare chest and remained.

Her stare was obvious and seductive, making him feel like he was bathed in light, and not because the summer sun shone hot above them. Zoe managed to brighten his life during what should be a dark time. She confused and confounded him because she was the opposite of everything he was taught to value in life.

But here they were, and he wasn’t walking away. Neither was she, and her approving gaze became the permission he needed to take the kiss he desired.

Ryan brought his hands up, cupping her face between his palms. “I like you, too.”

“Oh.” Her tongue darted out and swept across her lower lip, moistening her mouth.

Unable to resist, he lowered his head and captured her lips with his. He immediately discovered the chemistry between them from the moment they’d met paled in comparison to the passion that flared to life now. She tasted sweet, and his desire for her grew. He slid his tongue over the seam of her lips and demanded she let him inside.

With a welcoming groan, she gave what he asked for, his tongue touching and tangling with hers. He wanted to possess her completely, to learn the deep secrets she kept and he explored thoroughly with his tongue to accomplish that goal. Needing to feel her against him, he moved his hands from her face, down her back, pausing on her behind as he pulled her close until her body was flush with his.

She came willingly and nestled into the V of his legs, fitting like she belonged. He was rock hard, something she clearly recognized when she shifted her hips so his erection nestled in even more snugly between her thighs.

Her heat beckoned to him, making him want to toss her onto the ground and make love to her right here, outside, damn whoever might see.

He couldn’t imagine anything more out of character. He couldn’t imagine anything he wanted more. Since he couldn’t act on that particular desire, he groaned and deepened the kiss, using his mouth to mimic making love.

Zoe trembled and held on to Ryan’s bare shoulders. Reveling in the feel of his hot skin beneath her hands, she pressed her body closer to his, his heat seeping through her clothes and into her pores. Her breasts grew full and heavy, her nipples puckering tight against his chest.

He shuddered, groaned and continued the incredible assault on her senses.

Never before had a kiss so rocked her world as this one did. The man was an expert at taking possession. Every sweep and swirl of his tongue pulled a matching whirlpool of need from deep inside her. Nor did he keep his feelings hidden as a deep groan reverberated in his chest.

The man was complex. The uptight facade he presented on first meeting was a better cover than any she’d seen. Because his cool exterior hid a powder keg of emotion, and now that she’d tapped into it, she wasn’t likely to forget. She threw herself into the moment and continued to kiss him back.

“Ahem.”

Ryan jumped back immediately.

Zoe faced her twin. “Hi, Ari,” she said, blinking, her voice slightly hoarse.

Her sister nodded. “Hi. Do you really think this is the right place for that?”

Zoe caught the teasing note in her sister’s voice. “And who appointed you the kissing gestapo?”

Ari laughed, then leaned closer to Ryan. “I don’t believe we were formally introduced yesterday.” She extended her hand. “I’m Ariana Donovan.”

“Ryan Baldwin. I’d shake your hand, but I’ve been digging in the dirt.”

“If Zoe didn’t mind your hands all over her, I think