bounce apart.
A slow crash.
The landing soft, warm and quietly devastating.
It was impossible to say what really went on without a photon microscope to analyze activity at the nanometer level.
Something happened, though.
Parted in astonishment, their lips seemed to fuse. Then their tongues touched, sparking a sharp jolt of rogue energy.
A firm hand on her back steadied her and pulled her close, which only made their lips weld more tightly together.
A sizzling—or was it a shivering?—sensation rippled through her limbs, rendering them limp and almost useless. His mouth became her source of strength, infusing her body withenergy that raced along her synapses, stinging them to a new level of awareness.
At some point her eyes closed, but this strange new world wasn’t dark. Lights and colors flashed in her brain, echoing the dazzle of sensation that engulfed her body.
Confusion and disorientation made her reach and grab for something—anything—to hold on to. That’s how her hands ended up under his jacket, fisted in his thick cotton shirt. Gripping, hanging on for dear life.
And then it was over.
She managed to step back, gasping for breath, blinking in the horrible brightness of the restaurant’s stark lighting.
Her lips tingled, flushed with blood. Her heart banged against her ribs.
To give him credit, Dominic looked slightly stunned too.
She checked the buttons of her shirt with a shaking hand, anxious to see if they were still closed over her heated and hypersensitive breasts. All in place.
She checked her hair. Still on her head. She forced out a little laugh. “Goodness, that continental kissing is dangerous.”
She cursed herself for sounding like such a geek. He probably smooched women goodbye all the time.
It was her problem if her life was so dull that a simple kiss had knocked her right from one dimension into another.
“Well, well, well.” Dominic’s dark eyes roamed over her face. “You’re full of surprises.”
Heat crept up her neck. Did he think this was her fault? Could he see her nipples, peaked to hard points, through her blouse? She resisted the urge to look down.
“I prefer a simple handshake,” she stammered.
“Not me.” Humor shone in his eyes. “I could get used togoodbyes like that. Maybe I’d better walk you downstairs so we can say goodbye again.”
She grabbed her pocketbook off the floor. “Please, don’t trouble yourself. Stay and have dessert and coffee.”
She needed to get away from this guy. Her recent scientific research had demonstrated that all kinds of strange things could happen in the right circumstances. Unpredictable things.
Dangerous things.
Surfaces could shift and alter their appearance. The very substance of something could fundamentally alter.
Perhaps under the right conditions—the penetrating laser stare of his eyes, for example—her clothes could entirely vanish.
His eyes had turned completely black. Desire radiated from them like heat rising off tarmac.
“Thanks again!” She cleared her scratchy throat. Dominic hadn’t moved an inch. “Must fly!”
It was unlikely she could have exited the dining room faster if she actually did fly. She ran—literally—for the door, then gasped for breath as she leaned her whole weight on the elevator button outside.
Her body still hummed with stray bursts of heat and rogue flashes of electricity. Her fingertips stung and even her earlobes felt hot.
No doubt there was some quite ordinary scientific explanation for what was happening in her body.
Then again, as her father’s daughter, she knew there was nothing ordinary about science and the miracles and magic that were waiting to be discovered if you dared to dream and venture into the unknown.
She gulped.
Ping .
She dove into the elevator as soon as the doors opened, cutting a swathe through a group of Japanese businessmen. “Sorry!”
She pressed herself against the burled walnut panels as the door closed.
Dominic
Heidi Hunter, Bad Boy Team