“I’ll be right here, Liv. Unless there’s something I can do to help?”
“That’s very kind of you but, no thank you. I just promised the mayor that I’d be on the lookout in case the historical society ladies needed anything. Back in a bit.”
Of course, as she’d figured, Polly Chase didn’t need a thing. She had the entire evening planned to perfection, including the pie booth. Polly thanked Liv, pressed a peach popover on her and Liv headed into the building to get a sweater out of her office as the evening had gotten a bit chilly.
“Hey there. Whatcha doing in here?”
She nearly jumped out of her skin when Marc spoke behind her as she left the building on the side away from the crowds. “Jeez, give a girl a heart attack!”
“Sorry. I ran to my truck to grab a blanket. It’s getting a bit cold. Should have known. It is mid-April.”
He made no move to leave though. Standing there, staring at her mouth in the moonlight.
“Do I have sugar on my lips?” She felt slightly guilty for eating the popover and made a promise to herself to go and grab Bill a piece of something sweet. He stepped forward and she had no place to go, the wall was at her back. “I don’t know. Do you?” he murmured, his body just shy of touching hers.
“I…uh.” Before she could say anything else so spectacularly witty, he closed the last inch between them, his hand moving to cup her cheek.
“You’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. I’ve always thought so. Soft. You smell good too.”
“Marc…”
His lips brushed hers, just the barest hint of pressure but within a breath, that soft touch exploded and need so dire it scared her, welled up and swallowed her whole.
It must have been the same for him because he angled his mouth and went in for a real kiss this time. A skillful combination of teeth, tongue and lips all working to devastate her defenses. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, digging into the muscles, registering the softness of the sweater he was wearing. His taste bloomed through her, spicy, delicious. It made something deep within her ache for a moment, seize and then warm all over. A soft moan escaped her and he swallowed it eagerly.
His hands, large and capable, held her hips, the tips of his thumbs stroking over the naked skin just beneath the hem of her sweater, just two inches shy of the bottom slope of her br**sts.
That’s what snapped her out of it, the longing, the yearning to reach down and move his hands up over her br**sts and arch into his touch. She let go of his shoulders, sliding her palms down to push him back gently.
“Holy moley,” Marc breathed out.
She nodded.
“When can you leave? We can go get a late drink somewhere or you could come to my place.” Marc brushed a thumb over her bottom lip and she shivered.
“I’m here on a date, Marc. God, I shouldn’t have done that.” Especially because it awakened something deep inside her, a recognition that freaked her out. It was something she couldn’t afford to feel. He wasn’t capable of giving it back.
“Of course you should have. Olivia, this thing, that kiss has been brewing between the two of us for a long time now and you know it. We can go to dinner another night. I’m sorry for suggesting you dump your date. I know you’re too kind to do that.”
“I can’t have dinner with you, Marc. Not tonight, not tomorrow night.”
“Okay, well then come to my apartment. I’ll make you dinner after I’ve had you three or four times.” He grinned and she groaned, pushing him back so she could move away from the wall. She felt cornered in more ways than one. She vowed to eat a cupcake that very night. Two even. This addiction to dangerously handsome men without an ounce of desire to commit would be the death of her.
“There’ll be no having!”
“Oh now, Olivia, don’t be offended. I didn’t mean it to sound crass.”
She shoved a hand through her hair. “No, not that. I’m not offended. I’m flattered. Confused.” Panicked, scared, freaked, aroused and a dozen other things it would not pay to feel. “But it can’t happen, Marc. Not ever.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re joking. Olivia Davis, that was the single most hottest kiss I’ve ever shared with a woman and you were on fire in my arms. I felt your ni**les through your sweater. You wanted me, you can’t deny that.”
Oy. “I’m not denying that. Yes, yes there’s chemistry but there are too many reasons to not give in.”
He put his hands on his hips. “Like what? You’re single, I’m single. We’re attracted to each other and you know we’re going to be hot in bed together.”
“Marc, you’re too young for me. I’m six years older than you are. And,” she held up her hand to silence him, “I’ve just recently decided that I’m done with casual relationships. I am not going out with another man who thinks of women as a box of chocolates and he has to sample every one. I want something real, something lasting and that’s not what you want. I’m not judging you, Marc, but I want a relationship. I want to end up married.”
He paled so much she could see it in the moonlight. She laughed tightly. She’d known it but it hurt to see his reaction anyway.
“See? Even the word freaks you out. You and I are friends. We really are and I like that. I like you. But this can’t be more than a friendship, spectacular kiss or not. Now I have a date who’ll be wondering where I am and you do too if I’m not mistaken. I’ll see you on Monday when I come to work out.”
“That’s very kind of you but, no thank you. I just promised the mayor that I’d be on the lookout in case the historical society ladies needed anything. Back in a bit.”
Of course, as she’d figured, Polly Chase didn’t need a thing. She had the entire evening planned to perfection, including the pie booth. Polly thanked Liv, pressed a peach popover on her and Liv headed into the building to get a sweater out of her office as the evening had gotten a bit chilly.
“Hey there. Whatcha doing in here?”
She nearly jumped out of her skin when Marc spoke behind her as she left the building on the side away from the crowds. “Jeez, give a girl a heart attack!”
“Sorry. I ran to my truck to grab a blanket. It’s getting a bit cold. Should have known. It is mid-April.”
He made no move to leave though. Standing there, staring at her mouth in the moonlight.
“Do I have sugar on my lips?” She felt slightly guilty for eating the popover and made a promise to herself to go and grab Bill a piece of something sweet. He stepped forward and she had no place to go, the wall was at her back. “I don’t know. Do you?” he murmured, his body just shy of touching hers.
“I…uh.” Before she could say anything else so spectacularly witty, he closed the last inch between them, his hand moving to cup her cheek.
“You’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. I’ve always thought so. Soft. You smell good too.”
“Marc…”
His lips brushed hers, just the barest hint of pressure but within a breath, that soft touch exploded and need so dire it scared her, welled up and swallowed her whole.
It must have been the same for him because he angled his mouth and went in for a real kiss this time. A skillful combination of teeth, tongue and lips all working to devastate her defenses. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, digging into the muscles, registering the softness of the sweater he was wearing. His taste bloomed through her, spicy, delicious. It made something deep within her ache for a moment, seize and then warm all over. A soft moan escaped her and he swallowed it eagerly.
His hands, large and capable, held her hips, the tips of his thumbs stroking over the naked skin just beneath the hem of her sweater, just two inches shy of the bottom slope of her br**sts.
That’s what snapped her out of it, the longing, the yearning to reach down and move his hands up over her br**sts and arch into his touch. She let go of his shoulders, sliding her palms down to push him back gently.
“Holy moley,” Marc breathed out.
She nodded.
“When can you leave? We can go get a late drink somewhere or you could come to my place.” Marc brushed a thumb over her bottom lip and she shivered.
“I’m here on a date, Marc. God, I shouldn’t have done that.” Especially because it awakened something deep inside her, a recognition that freaked her out. It was something she couldn’t afford to feel. He wasn’t capable of giving it back.
“Of course you should have. Olivia, this thing, that kiss has been brewing between the two of us for a long time now and you know it. We can go to dinner another night. I’m sorry for suggesting you dump your date. I know you’re too kind to do that.”
“I can’t have dinner with you, Marc. Not tonight, not tomorrow night.”
“Okay, well then come to my apartment. I’ll make you dinner after I’ve had you three or four times.” He grinned and she groaned, pushing him back so she could move away from the wall. She felt cornered in more ways than one. She vowed to eat a cupcake that very night. Two even. This addiction to dangerously handsome men without an ounce of desire to commit would be the death of her.
“There’ll be no having!”
“Oh now, Olivia, don’t be offended. I didn’t mean it to sound crass.”
She shoved a hand through her hair. “No, not that. I’m not offended. I’m flattered. Confused.” Panicked, scared, freaked, aroused and a dozen other things it would not pay to feel. “But it can’t happen, Marc. Not ever.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re joking. Olivia Davis, that was the single most hottest kiss I’ve ever shared with a woman and you were on fire in my arms. I felt your ni**les through your sweater. You wanted me, you can’t deny that.”
Oy. “I’m not denying that. Yes, yes there’s chemistry but there are too many reasons to not give in.”
He put his hands on his hips. “Like what? You’re single, I’m single. We’re attracted to each other and you know we’re going to be hot in bed together.”
“Marc, you’re too young for me. I’m six years older than you are. And,” she held up her hand to silence him, “I’ve just recently decided that I’m done with casual relationships. I am not going out with another man who thinks of women as a box of chocolates and he has to sample every one. I want something real, something lasting and that’s not what you want. I’m not judging you, Marc, but I want a relationship. I want to end up married.”
He paled so much she could see it in the moonlight. She laughed tightly. She’d known it but it hurt to see his reaction anyway.
“See? Even the word freaks you out. You and I are friends. We really are and I like that. I like you. But this can’t be more than a friendship, spectacular kiss or not. Now I have a date who’ll be wondering where I am and you do too if I’m not mistaken. I’ll see you on Monday when I come to work out.”
