Without taking his eyes from the road, Matt reached over, grabbed her hand, and brought it to his lips. He placed a gentle kiss upon her soft fingers.
“I don’t want to talk about the debate, or the campaign, or any of that other stuff. In fact, I don’t want to talk at all. I’d rather just listen to you.”
“You weren’t listening to me,” she pointed out.
“I was,” he lied.
“Really?” She twisted slightly in her seat. “What did I say about the conversation I had with Mya Dubois-Anderson?”
“Um, that her baby is teething, or cooing, or whatever it is that babies do?”
“Wrong.”
Matt shrugged. “I figured new mothers can’t help but talk nonstop about their babies.” He brought her fingers up to his lips again. “I apologize for not listening. I was trying to figure out what I can do to smooth things over between Gauthier’s and Maplesville’s residents. Believe it or not, the two towns actually got along at one time.”
“Is there any way I can help?” she asked.
“You can tell me to keep driving past Belle Maison and come home with me.”
Her sexy, throaty laugh rippled across his skin. “How is that supposed to help soothe the tension between Gauthier and Maplesville?”
“I don’t know just yet, but give me a minute. I’m a politician now. I know I can come up with some kind of spin.”
Tamryn leaned over and trailed a kiss along his jaw. “I’m not coming home with you tonight, but I have to admit that I’m tempted.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yes,” she breathed. Her voice was thick with what sounded like the same kind of desire that was rushing through his veins. “I haven’t been so tempted in all my life, even though getting involved with you is the last thing I need right now.”
Matt pulled up to Belle Maison, but left the car running. He unbuckled his seat belt and turned slightly toward her. “Come home with me,” he said.
“I can’t, Matt.”
“Yes, you can.” The words came out like a plea, but Matt didn’t care. He needed the distraction she would provide the way he needed air.
He angled his body over the center console, shoving his fingers into her silky, wavy black hair.
“Come home with me,” he whispered against her lips.
“Matthew, I can’t,” she said. After placing a chaste kiss on his mouth, she opened the car door and got out.
Matt shut his eyes briefly before exiting the car and walking over to the passenger side where Tamryn stood.
“Thank you for this afternoon,” she said. “I had planned to tour the French Quarter, but it was much better having you as a tour guide.”
“I think you have that twisted around,” he said, capturing her by the waist and turning around. He spread his feet apart as he leaned back against the car, creating a space for her. “You were the one who played the role of tour guide.”
“True, but I still enjoyed having you with me.” She stepped up to him and gave him another of those quick kisses. They weren’t nearly enough to satisfy him.
Matt pulled her closer and murmured against her lips, “It was my pleasure.” He traced his tongue along the seam before thrusting it inside her mouth.
God, she tasted good. She tasted so damn good that, if he could, he would do this for the next twenty-four hours straight without ever once coming up for air.
A seductive whimper escaped her throat, stoking the fire that had exploded inside of him. Matt used one hand to cradle her head, holding her steady as he dipped his tongue inside the warmth of her mouth. Over and over again his tongue plummeted, thrusting in and out, swirling around. Her sweet flavor drugged his senses, making it hard for him to think about anything but tasting more and more of her.
Dammit, but he wanted to taste more of her. He wanted his tongue on her body—inher body—licking and biting and sucking every delectable inch.
He grew hard; his fight to halt his arousal was no match for the desire building inside of him. His hips thrust forward of their own accord, matching the rhythm of his tongue.
