She had gone for a gold colored lip gloss which, from the look he was giving her, was a very good choice.
"You look delicious." He said hoarsely. Taking her hand, he drew her out and held on. "We should stay in."
"No."
He shook his head in bemusement.
"No." He agreed. "You're stunning. Makes me wonder where the hell you've been all my life."
"Hiding."
She was trembling a little and badly wanted him to kiss her. Angling away from the cameras, she locked the doors and turned back to him.
"Hi."
"Hi." He cupped her face and turned it towards his. "I have to do this."
The kiss was slow and erotic and had her toes curling. She moved in, hands curled on his chest and was gratified to feel the thumping of his heart.
He tasted her, yearned and drank deeper. He wanted to drown in her, go so deep that he would have difficulty getting back up. She was delicious and heady, more than the fat grapes he had growing on his vineyard in Tuscany.
She tasted like sin, like seduction and he wanted so much more. And had to force himself to stop. But not entirely. Sliding his lips from hers, he trailed it along her bare neck and then her throat.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped back, his hands unsteady.
"You're addictive." He cupped her cheek, eyes golden as he drank her in. "Why don't we go before I change my mind?" He looked up and noticed the building for the first time. "It's one of ours."
"What?" She wasn't sure if she was floating or still on the ground. Her system was crashing and her heart racing. She felt clammy with heat and desire.
"This place is one of ours."
"Oh." Shaking her head, she looked around.
"How long have you lived here?"
"A while. The neighborhood is nice."
"And I hear pricey." He shot her a crooked smile. Taking her hand, he guided her down the steps. "Now that you're getting involved with the owner, you could get a discount on the lease."
"No." Her voice was unnecessarily sharp, causing him to stare at her. "No." She eased out a breath. "I wouldn't want to take advantage."
"You'd be the first." His expression hardened for a minute before smoothing out. He opened the door to a Porsche this time with butter soft leather seats and ushered her in. A sigh escaped her as the seat conformed to her shape and warmed her body.
"Sorry about that, bad experience." He murmured as he got in. "Comfortable?"
"Extremely. How many vehicles do you own?"
"A few. How was your week?" He glanced over at her as he shifted into drive and felt his heart doing a slow dive.
"Hectic. You?"
"The same. I had to go out of town, Texas. We have a ranch there. I should take you one of these days."
"Ranch as in horses and cattle?"
"Hmm." He stopped at the light and turned to look at her. "You look even more beautiful than the first time I saw you. I didn't think that was possible. Why the hell are you still single?"
She laughed at the offhanded compliment.
