“I’d really like to kiss you.”
“Funny. I was thinking the same thing.” He released her hand to cup her face in his hands.
And then he kissed her. He took his time, traced the seam of her lips with his tongue until she opened her mouth to invite him in. Their tongues touched, retreated, touched again. She abandoned herself to the feelings he inspired. The kiss was…perfect. Absolute perfection. He didn’t jam his tongue down her throat or make the kiss excessively wet. He sipped, like he was tasting fine wine. And he tasted of wine. Wine and man. He kissed her gently but thoroughly. He dropped his hands and looked at her.
“I haven’t kissed a man in over a year. I’m glad I waited for you.”
He smiled, put his arms around her, and kissed her again. Slow and spine-tingling. It was, if possible, even better than the first time.
“I’ve been winning since I got here,” she said. “The hotel comped me and upgraded me after my first night.”
“Are you normally a high roller?”
“I don’t know. This is my first time here.”
“And you cleaned up? Your first time?”
“Told you, lucky at cards, unlucky at love. Anyway, I have a big beautiful suite on one of the top floors. Would you like to come up and have a drink?”
He smiled, slow and sexy. “I’d love to.”
