Flirting With Danger Read Online Free PDF Page A

excitement, and without giving herself a moment to second-guess
     what she was about to do, she reached up to take his face in her hands and pressed
     her lips to his. For a frozen moment he didn’t react, and she could feel her heart
     thudding in her throat, but then he groaned into her mouth and pulled her tightly
     against him. And God, he was a good kisser. She’d certainly never been kissed with
     such expertise. Somehow he was making her feel the kiss in places he wasn’t even touching.
    And then she stopped thinking.
    Her body reacted with the speed of flammable foam to fire, her nerves zapping and
     buzzing with a desperation she’d never known and couldn’t control. She slid her hands
     around his neck, then upward into the short, silky hair at the back of his head.
    He pushed the tracksuit jacket off her shoulders and pulled away from her mouth, long
     enough to drop a tormenting trail of kisses along her shoulder and up the side of
     her throat until she was stretching her neck to give him better access and squirming
     with desire. She moaned and turned her face, searching for his lips, needing to taste
     him, and then he was kissing her again, and his hands were sliding over the satin
     fabric leaving burning trails across her skin.
    When he slid his fingers around to her bodice, and then under the edge of the fabric,
     she let out a moan, one that vibrated in her throat, and she felt his lips curve into
     a smile against her mouth. She felt like she’d been swept up by a wave and had left
     solid ground a long way behind.
    She wanted to touch him as well, and she fumbled at the shirt buttons beneath his
     tie and suit jacket—he was wearing far too many clothes. She’d just managed to slip
     one hand inside his shirt and run her palm across his muscular chest, when he drew
     back and said, “You have a couch? A bed? Somewhere more comfortable than this?”
    With the gearstick and the hand brake in the way, she couldn’t touch him the way she
     wanted to, and the frustration was killing her. She nodded. “I knew this car was too
     small.”
    Before she’d finished speaking, he was out of the car and around her side, holding
     open the door. She grabbed her purse, stepped out of the car, and straight into his
     arms. He kissed her again, long and hard.
    The sound of a car door closing somewhere nearby infiltrated the haze enveloping her.
     The wave she’d been riding deposited her on the ground with a mind-clearing bump.
    She jerked away from him with a gasp of dismay. A few meters from them, her elderly
     neighbor was locking his car. To add to her embarrassment, he gave her a nod before
     heading through his front gate.
    The reality of what she’d been doing hit her with force. This was Aaron . What was she thinking?
    “Oh my God.” She pushed away from him and straightened her bodice. “You have to go.”
    “Wait…”
    But Jasmine wasn’t waiting for anything. She dug into her purse for the key on her
     way to the front door, doing her best not to trip over the hem of her dress.
    Inside, she groaned at the sight that confronted her in the hallstand mirror. Her
     hair had come loose from its pins and curls floated around her face, making her look
     wild and…wanton. From the state of her swollen lips, there was no doubt that she’d
     been thoroughly kissed, and shivers of remembered desire shook her.
    She slumped against the door. She couldn’t believe what she’d done. What she’d been
     about to do. And…with whom.
    …
    Aaron hadn’t been able to sleep. Finally, he’d given up trying, had an early breakfast,
     and gone down to the apartment building’s health club to lift weights. It was the
     only way he could think of to get Mac out of his head—not that it had been very effective
     so far. He couldn’t remember the last time a simple kiss had stayed in his mind this
     way. It was all about the person he’d been kissing, rather than the kiss itself, and
     the problems