Page 13 of Personal Escort

“What are you waiting for?” I whisper, and he smiles.

“You to shove me away.”

“I’ll do that when you finish,” I breathe.

“I shouldn’t do this.”

“Right.” We’re both breathing hard, and his arms are all the way around me now. Big, strong, flexing arms holding me tight.

He flicks his gaze up to my eyes. “God, Cara.” He eases back just enough to grin at me. “You can’t marry some random guy.”

“Okay.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise…” The word fades into nothing as he lowers his head again, and this time, there’s nothing brushing or light or tentative about it.

Toby is kissing me, and it’s all-consuming and crazy intense. His lips are soft but insistent, demanding entrance to my mouth, and my brain totally scrambles to obey him. Sure, come on in, tongue. Oh, God, you feel good. That’s new and different and panty-melting, what you’re doing there. I didn’t realize there were so many nerve endings in my mouth directly connected to my clit, but Toby knew.

He knows alotabout kissing.

He could teach classes. Masterclasses. Graduate level instruction in making out and kissing-as-foreplay. His kisses suggest all sorts of things I’m not supposed to know about Toby Hunt.

Like…he’s almost certainly good at going down on a girl. That tongue makespromises.

And when it slides away, I chase it, because more, please. I don’t ever want this kiss to end.

With a groan, he comes back, deeper and hotter, until I’m breathless and aching.

I could totally be convinced to do something seriously foolish with him right now, but he’s smarter than that.

He eases his hands out of my hair, but his fingers linger on my skin, stroking my jaw. His gaze rakes over my face. “That was…”

I nod and shake my head at the same time. Yes. No. God. I rub my cheek against his thumb, soaking up one last second of contact before I set my hand against his chest and do what I promised at the start—I push him away. “That was crazy.”

He gives me a rueful smile. “A mistake?”

“Definitely.”

He steps back, two strides, then halts. His eyes zero in on my mouth and my heart skips a beat. Oh, boy. No good can come of that feeling.

And also, wow, this is what it feels like when someone really wants to kiss you. In this case, kiss meagain.

Really inconvenient that the man who wants to kiss me is Ben’s best friend, and a workaholic who lives on the other side of the continent from me.

But for tonight—for this single moment—I’ll take it.

“It’s getting dark,” he finally says, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

I nod. “We should get going.”

Neither of us moves at first, until he cracks a smile and turns away from me.Come on, his body language says.Let’s pretend we didn’t just do that.

I’m not sure I can ever forget that kiss. I take a deep breath as we start to walk. “So that’s in the vault, right? Along with my underage drinking and fear of living on the Eastern Seaboard?”

“You bet.”

“You know all my secrets.”

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