shower," April said.
She
would have passed him but Gabe caught her arm. "Are you going to visit Nicholas
at Constellation?" He didn't know why he was asking. Maybe because he'd
rather she'd visit his offices again rather than Nicholas Chandler's.
"I
might."
Gold
lights danced in her brown eyes and he wondered if his friend had put them
there. "Be careful, April. Nicholas can make the phone book sound like
the best-seller you're dying to read."
Her
brows arched. "I don't know what you mean."
"Nicholas
has money and looks and knows how to use both."
"He's
your friend!"
"It's
because he's my friend that I know he's lethal with women."
"You
think I can't tell practiced charm from sincerity?" Her voice was
indignant.
"I
don't know. What was Nicholas using on you?"
She
blinked, and then asked, "Why do you care what he was using?"
The
pulse of tension between them threatened Gabe's self control, as did the scent
of April, the spirit in her eyes, and the sweet curve of her lips. Without
thinking of consequences or the past or the future, he pulled her into his
arms, and his lips came down on hers.
All
hell broke loose...or was it all heaven?
A fire
rose in Gabe so high, so hot, so huge, that it burned his reservations and
resolve to red sparks that reignited and added to the inferno. Yet the height
of his desire was dizzying, almost euphoric. The touch of April's lips was as
inflaming as her taste was sweet. Lips on lips wasn't enough. His tongue
laved her lower lip until she opened her mouth, until she wrapped her arms
around his neck, until her soft breasts pressed against his chest. His hands
explored her back and as she reached up to him, her top bared her midriff. Her
skin was like hot satin and he could almost imagine burying himself inside her.
He
wanted satisfaction. He wanted completion. He wanted release.
Trembling
began deep within April like a ripple of excitement so powerful it didn't know
where to vibrate first. The touch of Gabe's lips on hers started a chain
reaction of sensation that joyously danced through her, teaching her, thrilling
her, arousing her. He was giving her the gift of a desire so strong that she
forgot about time and place and secrets. Her world was filled with Gabe and
the pleasure he could give her...the pleasure he wanted from her.
But as
Gabe's kiss led her deeper into passion, as his tongue swept her mouth with hungry
demand and his hands caressed her with the intent to explore more, she knew she
had to stop him. She knew she had to stop herself. Because she wasn't being
true to him. Honesty was everything between a man and a woman. They didn't
have that. She couldn't give him honesty without destroying his life.
Unlocking
her hands from behind his neck, she dropped them to his shoulders and pushed
away.
He
looked stunned, and she suddenly wondered if heknewwho he was
kissing or if he'd returned to a place where he'd been with Vanessa. "I'm
not Vanessa, Gabe."
His
green eyes pierced her. "You don't think I know that?"
"Do
you? Or are you just missing her and a wife's touch?"
"So
you think I kissed you because you're convenient?"
"Am
I?"
He
stared at her, then raked his hand through his hair. "Maybe you are.
Maybe I slipped back in time and forgot you have a career to return to. Or
maybe I just wanted to prepare you for what Nicholas might dish out."
"I'm
not that inexperienced!" she flared, suddenly angry at him, herself and,
most of all, Vanessa. Knowing she didn't want Gabe questioning her about her
love life because she'd have to admit he was the only man she'd ever kissed,
she said again, "I've got to get a shower," and turned away from his
searching regard.
But he
clasped her arm once more. "Be careful, April."
His
fingers scorched her, and she wasn't sure if he meant for her to be careful
around Nicholas...or around him .
Pulling
away, she climbed the stairs and felt Gabe's gaze on her back. She