Elisabeth Hoorweg © 2008
All rights reserved, The Wild Rose Press
As he kissed her, an electric shock raced through Hannah's body. Nerve endings that had lain dormant for months tingled. Her responses sparked. He aroused feelings she didn't know she had. His mouth was delicious, his hand on her skin sent shivers of delight rippling down her spine.
Her hands flapped ineffectively against his arms for support as her knees turned to spaghetti. His other arm clasped her round the waist, solidly holding her body against the flat angular planes of his. Surprisingly comfortable until the rest of her brain fired into action.
This was Jack the rotter! She'd only just met him and they'd done nothing but argue. What was his game? Seduction? She'd been forewarned, but he'd slipped through her guard. He must be gloating.
She pulled away, hot and confused. Embarrassed. He let his hand slide slowly from her neck, and his fingers left a burning trail on her skin. So easily, he did it so easily. He laughed a soft little laugh, holding her eyes with his, then turned and walked towards the house. He stopped, looked back.
"Hannah? Come on," he said, mimicking her.