Sunny locked her knees to keep from collapsing. Then she lifted her hands to grab hold of his waist to keep from floating away. She wanted to stay here, wrapped in his arms forever, or at least until Sunday when she had to go home.
She sighed when he broke the kiss, and then again when he used the tip of his tongue to trace along her lips, first upper and then lower. She parted them, and began to pant, unable to fight her body’s growing want—no, need—for this man’s touch. She felt a bridge building between them unlike any connection she had ever felt with anyone else. This man seemed to pull her in, the instant connection giving her a feeling of comfort, of coming home. Something she had never experienced before, even as a child growing up.
Parting her lips farther, she mentally invited him in, meeting his tongue with hers and starting a dance that caused heat to ignite low in her belly. Instinctively she knew only he could satisfy the need building in her soul.
She whimpered a protest when he broke the kiss. Then, opening her eyes, she looked up and an icy chill chased away the sexual need. He looked smug, like he knew she was ready to fall before him without knowing anything about him.
All at once Shey’s directive about not talking to strangers, and not allowing men into her room flashed through her memory. Tapping into a strength she did not realize she possessed, Sunny pulled on her hand, trying to free herself “And what makes you think you’re that man?”
Geo’s grip did not tighten, but he would not release her, either. Smiling like a wolf eyeing its supper, he lifted her hand, placing a kiss in the center of her palm. Then he pulled it down into the small space between their bodies. He pressed her hand against the front of his jeans. His cock was long, thick, and hard. The heat of his body reached out to her through his jeans. Having her hand molded against that fabric-covered erection sent a shiver through her.
“The fact that my heart, brain, and soul tell me we are meant to be together. The fact that my cock has been hard since the moment I saw you. You will be mine, sweet Sunflower. Even now I can see you, naked and kneeling as you suck my cock until I come between those beautiful rosy lips.”
Sunny gasped at both his words and his bold audacity. At the same time, her * overflowed and her knees weakened at the visual image his words painted. Then common sense returned.
Jerking her hand from his grasp, she placed both hands on his chest. She sucked a breath at the intensity of her need at the feel of warm, rippling muscles under his shirt. It had been a long time since she had touched a man, any man. For a moment, she was tempted to give in to the vixen who wanted to slide her hands under the cotton fabric and fully explore the hills and valleys of his torso. Then fear and shyness overruled the desire.
“I think I’d better take a taxi,” she said, her voice shaky. “Obviously you have the wrong idea about me.”
Geo watched as, in an instant, the sexual heat radiating from her eyes, her expression, and her entire body disappeared, replaced by an ice-cold fear and tension he could tell at a glance spread through every muscle in her body. His heart squeezed as his brain railed at him that he had pushed her too far too fast. It was time to back off. She needed time to settle and get used to the idea that he would be more than just her driver.
He did not tell her that he was one of her biggest fans. He had read all her books and followed her on all the social networks she participated in, and though he had never said anything to her via the computer, he had already fallen in love with her. That news could wait until she relaxed and got to know him a little better.
“No, you will not take a taxi because I don’t want to have to explain to Gigi why I came back from the airport without you,” Geo said. He worked to soften his tone, and his body language, even as he shifted between her and the open driveway behind his truck, cutting off any escape route. He forced himself to step back, putting two feet of empty space between them.
He watched as she closed her eyes and a shiver went through her entire body. Then, slowly, slowly she relaxed. He tried to keep his expression neutral when she finally opened her eyes. She looked him up and down, then looked back toward the airport, then back to him again. Finally, the lovely woman with the long, strawberry-blonde hair took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, then released it in a whoosh. Her entire body seemed to relax as she nodded.
“All right. But don’t touch me again.”