parted. He took her in a thorough kiss, his mouth firm against her soft lips. She kissed him back, a sigh escaping her into his mouth.
With a low groan, he drew away and raised his head. He slid his fingers from her hair and ran his thumb over her lips slowly. “I shouldn’t have done that.” He studied her. “I should have asked.”
She could barely think, much less talk. Still she got out the words that betrayed her. “I wanted you to.”
“You’d better get on home now.” He caressed her hair from where it lay across her cheek.
“Good night, Mike,” she said softly. She started to climb into her car when she realized she was still wearing his blazer over her shoulders. She started to take it off. “Oh. Don’t forget—”
He stilled her hands. “I’ll get it from you next time I see you.”
She gripped the blazer. “Are you sure?”
“It’ll give me an excuse to see you again,” he said with a searching look.
“You don’t need an excuse,” she said softly.
What am I saying beat at the back of her thoughts, but her stupid heart ignored her brain.
He smiled. “I’m going to wait until you’re safely on your way.”
She slid into the car, started it, and turned on the heater before looking up at him. “Good night, Mike.”
He rested his hand on the door. “Good night, Anna.” He shut the door firmly and it severed the connection that she’d felt between them. That connection had kept her warm and now she felt the chill air that hadn’t been heated yet inside her car.
She glanced at him as he stood aside while she pulled her car from the curb. She looked in the rearview mirror one last time as she drove down the street to see him still standing, watching her drive away.
Dear God, what was she doing?
She shook her head and gripped the steering wheel. She was going to have to stop this before it went any further.
Her lips still tingled from his kiss and she put her fingertips against them. Without warning, the backs of her eyes started burning. What she wouldn’t give for things to be different.
She moved her hand from her mouth and gripped the steering wheel. Wishing wasn’t going to make any difference, but she had control over what would happen from this time on. She’d just have to tell Mike that she wasn’t in a place in her life for a relationship at this time. Yes, that’s what she would do.
For no reason at all she felt a sense of loss. She shook her head and pushed the feeling away. She didn’t even know Mike so she was losing nothing.
Then why did her chest squeeze until her heart hurt?
Love at first sight or at first touch had never seemed possible until tonight. For her it had been at first kiss.
“That’s impossible,” she said aloud, her voice sounding raw. “It is not possible at all.”
But her heart knew differently. Her only choice was to squash what her heart felt. She had to go with what her head knew she was supposed to do.
Chapter 4
All night, Anna’s dreams had been filled with Mike. She tossed and turned, barely able to sleep. Her dreams had turned erotic, the kiss they’d shared becoming something far more intimate. She dreamt of his touch, of his body weighing hers down as he slid between her thighs…
In the morning her head ached and she felt as if she’d been crying even though she hadn’t been. She pushed her fingers through her hair and was determined to get her head on straight.
When she got out of bed, she spotted his blazer lying over a chair in her room, moved toward the chair, and picked up the blazer. She brought it to her nose, inhaling Mike’s scent.
Her stomach flip-flopped as she imagined having him wrapped around her instead of the blazer. She dropped it back on the chair as if it might burn her if she held it any longer.
After she’d showered and put on her makeup, she dressed in a pair of black slacks and a cream sweater, along with a pair of black ankle boots. When she was prepared to face the day, she wandered
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