“Thank you,” she whispered, moving back just enough to look him in the eye.
Grant turned his head toward her, their noses nearly touching as his heated gaze beheld hers. Deep seas of gray darkened in a way that made her heart race.
“It was my pleasure,” he breathed softly.
The tantalizing sound stirred something inside her, heightening the aching need she felt for this man. Fixated on his tempting lips, Brynnon subconsciously licked hers. God, she wanted to taste him again.
“Brynnon.”
Perceiving her whispered name as a warning, she broke eye contact. After offering a quick apology, she began to slide back to her own seat when Grant’s hand snaked out and covered hers.
“Don’t be sorry.”
The surprising words left her puzzled, but hope bloomed when she saw his gaze sweeping slowly across her mouth before landing on the low dip of her exposed cleavage. Brynnon’s heart pounded inside her chest, the sound of its forceful rhythm filling her ears.
A slight pull on her hand brought her back to his side. The soft swooshing of her dress as it brushed across the leather seat was the only sound in the electrified space. With a creased forehead, Grant worked his jaw, but the tormented expression crossing his face vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
On a slow exhale, he brought his eyes back up to hers. The pain and indecision she’d just seen had been replaced with a primal need matching her own. Brynnon had heard him say the words before, but now she could actually feel it.
He wants me.The realization of what she hoped was about to happen was intoxicating. Still, she had to know...
“What about all those lines of yours?”
Reaching up with his free hand, Grant cupped the back of her head and asked, “What lines?” Then he slammed his mouth against hers.
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Chapter 15
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She tasted of strawberriesand champagne, and Grant couldn’t get enough. No longer caring about possible regrets or professional reprimand, he closed his eyes and gave in to his unprecedented desire.
He’d come damn close to kissing her earlier, in front of God and everyone. The way she’d moved, her body perfectly in sync with his, he’d nearly forgotten all about where they were and the other people around them.
At first, Grant had been worried he’d fuck something up. It had been a long ass time since he’d waltzed. But it was like his mom had once told him...Dancing is like riding a bike, son. Once you have it down, the muscles will remember. Even if the mind doesn’t.
