he’d never left. Then, with each subsequent date, it was getting harder for her to keep her hands off him. Many years ago, when they were both seventeen, she’d slept with the high school boy. She wondered what it would be like to make love to the man he’d become. Surely, time and experience taught him a few finer moves—although, as far as she was concerned, there had been nothing wrong with his old ones. But then again, they were each other’s first lover and fumbled their way into love, learning the tricks to please each other as they went along.
“We both know what’s going to happen if you come in.” She hoped he couldn’t hear the slight tremor in her voice. “And it’s too soon.” Then, she relented and stepped aside to allow him to enter the apartment, her heart—winning the victory this time around. She’d spent hours hunting around for a studio apartment and finally found one a few days ago. It seemed perfect for her one-year stay, close enough to all the downtown areas and subway. She would move in at the end of the month. Dayna still fought hard to resist the urge to melt into his strong arms as he gathered her close. Tilting her head, she looked at him. Tingles of desire shot through her veins. It was getting harder to say no.
His lips swooped down to capture hers. And those damned, traitorous arms of hers, as if they had a mind of their own, lifted to slide around his neck and she allowed him to deepen the kiss. He tasted sweet, just as she remembered, but even better. Her fingers curled into his hair when his tongue thrust inside to taste her mouth. She’d been determined to keep her distance for as long as possible, but the floodgates were open now—and she couldn’t stop even if she could think straight. A hot haze enveloped her mind, sucking away all sane thoughts until all she could feel was how glorious it was to feel his lips on hers. Again. Sensations, myriad and strong, whipped through her body, making her long for something more. Joined hip to hip, chest to chest, his breath felt hot against her mouth as he kissed her with passion. His tongue mingled with hers in an erotic dance as they both stood together for a long time.
His lips devoured hers, made her ache to run her hands over his body. She wanted to lead him inside, allow him to take off her clothes, to ravage her until they were both spent and exhausted from the lovemaking, but—no, she couldn’t do it.
Hell no .
Sanity returned in small measures, and she pulled back.
Sensing her reticence, he raised his head and allowed her to slip out of his arms. “It’s just me, bebé !” His accent sounded thick with passion.
She knew what he was saying. He wasn’t a new guy in her life. They had a certain comfort level but still, she felt more scared of him than she would’ve been of a new guy. “I know Aron, but I need a little bit more time. And plus, it’s Jamie’s place.” She looked around her. “I would feel weird.”
He sighed, but didn’t push her. “ Sí …All right. No problem. So, are we on for tomorrow?”
She grimaced. “I’m not sure. Your plan doesn’t seem all that exciting.” She would use any excuse to avoid being in close proximity to him, but deep down…she wanted to be right up close.
“That’s because you’ve lost all sense of adventure. I’m telling you that we’ll have a blast. So I’ll pick you up at ten in the morning. Wear a hat and sunglasses.” He chucked her chin much as he would do to a child and instead of taking the elevator; he walked down the three floors.
Jamie and Brett weren’t home. They’d taken the girls out for two nights to Selene and
Triston’s place to spend time with the couple and their kids. They would be back tomorrow morning, but she figured that to make love to Aron, even though she was dying to, would be invading the couple’s personal space. But more than that, another reason kept her from sleeping with Aron. Walking into her room, Dayna