The first time she’d met him, Jane had wanted to kiss him.
She’d told herself she couldn’t. It would never happen. It was a bad idea.
But now… now that his lips were against hers, now that he’d made that little groaning sound in the back of his throat, now that his hands were on her hips and he was backing her up against the side of her car and pressing close, angling his head to deepen the kiss, opening his mouth, making her feel like he’d never wanted anything more… well, now she was a goner. Because it was still a bad idea. But, oh man, she didn’t care.
He was the new strawberry pie in her life. She’d had one taste of Zoe’s strawberry pie and that had been it. Nothing else would ever measure up. She would never not crave it. She would never pass up a chance to have it on her tongue.
Yeah, Dax Marshall was that.
And then some.
He pulled back, breathing hard, staring down at her.
She quickly put her hand over his mouth. “Don’t talk. Talking is the wrong choice right now.”
She was going to have to deal with the boss thing soon enough. And the millionaire thing. And the he-doesn’t-live-here-and-isn’t-staying thing. And all the other crap she always had to deal with that made this impossible.
But for another minute—or maybe ten—she didn’t want to think about any of that. And if he talked, that would be very difficult.
He pulled in a breath, gave her a short nod that she interpreted as okay, no talking and she moved her hand.
Which was the right choice, because he leaned in as he slid his hand up the side of her body, skimming over her hip, waist, the side of her breast, up and into her hair. Then he cupped the back of her head and lowered his mouth to hers again.
This time he kissed her.
And seriously, she’d give up strawberry pie for this.
That was the thought that flickered through her mind as he kissed her, holding her with that hand in her hair, the other slipping under the edge of her shirt just above her hip. His palm met bare skin and just rested there, burning into her like a brand. But he didn’t try to move higher, didn’t even rub or stroke, just rested it there.
That area of skin, however, whooped it up. Her nerve endings were dancing, and heat streaked from there throughout her body.
She wanted him to rub and stroke. Lots of places.
He kissed her hungrily but also slow and deep as if he was savoring. Much the way she ate strawberry pie, come to think of it. She didn’t rush through that. She appreciated every bite. She kept it on her tongue as long as possible. She licked the tines of the fork to be sure she didn’t miss a bit.
Dax was definitely kissing her like that. Like he didn’t want to miss even the slightest bit. Like he wanted to drag it out.
His tongue, his lips, the way he held her, the way he put his whole body against her whole body, the way he felt and tasted and smelled… it was a whole experience.
Jane arched closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, tasting him back. She slid her hands into his hair, running it through her fingers, then down the sides of his face, gliding her palms over his short beard. She let go of the sighs and moans that wanted to escape, letting him know she was all in here, totally and completely.
They made out like that for long, delicious minutes.
When he finally took his mouth from hers, it was to slide it along her jawline, his beard causing goose bumps to trip down her arms and tighten her nipples. In her ear he said gruffly, “I have to talk now.”
She laughed lightly. “I didn’t think it would last for even this long, really.”
“Well, I do love using my mouth this way too.” He dragged his lips along the side of her neck.
Her nipples got even tighter, begging for him to drag those lips down there.
“But I can’t resist saying—” He lifted his head. “You are the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.”
