Instant heat.
She’d meant to keep it light, but the moment their lips met, she sank into him, deepening the kiss. He tasted like wine and more. His hands slid over her waist to her lower back as he pulled her closer. Zita moaned in appreciation. This man could kiss.
Suddenly a wolf whistle split the air, piercing her consciousness and she broke away. Around her people were watching and clapping.
“Feck,” she muttered. She glanced up to a smug-looking David and said, “Happy New Year.”
“I’ll say,” he said with a smile.
“Show’s over, folks,” she said and everyone returned to what they were doing. “Sorry. I got carried away.” Now her brain was kicking back into gear she realized he’d probably only come over to wish her well and she’d forced herself on him. How embarrassing.
“I’m not.” He took her hand and led her into the corner. “Want to get carried away again?” His wicked grin sent her hormones into overdrive.
“Yes.” She stepped forward, but her mother’s laugh from somewhere nearby was like a bucket of cold water being thrown over her. She stopped David with a hand on his chest as she searched the room and found her mother only a few feet away, keeping half an eye on them.
David followed her gaze. “Ah, your mother.”
She nodded. “Let’s take a rain check.”
“How about dinner? Next Friday.”
A little thrill spread through Zita. “Sure.”
“I’ll make a booking and give you a call with details.” He glanced toward Carmen who was still watching them. “I should probably go.”
She walked him to the exit. “I’ll talk to you later.” She brushed her lips against his one last time.
“Happy New Year.” He walked out.
Zita let out a long breath. It certainly seemed like it was going to be a great new year.
