Burn So Bright (Jupiter Point #2)(7)

"I do," he said gently. "I know what that feels like." He slid his hands up her arms, along her smooth skin, until he reached her shoulders. "But you're going to get married, and then you won't be alone. So why would you take a chance on messing that up?"

She sniffed and blinked back her tears. As he watched, he saw the truth of what he said sink in. Way to go, Marsh. A hot girl is practically naked in front of you and you take a pass.

"You may have a point." She spoke in a small voice as she wiped away a tear that had managed to sneak through. "But he would never know. And he gave me the free pass. I think he wants me to do something so he doesn't feel guilty."

Wow, the red flags with this relationship were really piling up. This free pass concept seemed a little fishy, if you asked Josh. Either commit to a girl or stay single. Don't try to have it both ways. Of course, he had no doubts about which camp he belonged in. Team Single all the way.

But maybe he just didn't understand the mysterious ways of engaged couples. "How about a kiss?" he suggested.

"Just a kiss?"

"Yes. Just a kiss. Not enough to cause any trouble, but enough so you can know that you did something with the free pass."

She ran her tongue across her lower lip, which was pink and plump and practically begging for his touch. "No one needs to know except us."

"We don't even have to know. We can pretend it didn't happen if we want. It's just a kiss. We'll probably be laughing about this tomorrow."

Laughing was better than crying. With relief, he saw her expression brighten and her tears evaporate. "You're really smart, Josh! That's a great idea. Just a kiss. No biggie."

"Exactly. No biggie," he agreed.

"No harm, no foul."

"Don't ask, don't tell."

"Easy come, easy go."

"One up, one down."

"What?"

He shrugged, having no idea what he'd meant with that one. "Baseball, maybe?"

"Come here, you." Grabbing his lapel again, she yanked him toward her and this time he didn't resist. He slid his hands down to the soft indentation of her waist and snugged her against his pelvis. She lifted herself onto her toes and craned her neck, straining toward his mouth. He bent his head-she was so tall in her heels that he barely even had to-and for a long moment simply hovered his mouth over hers. Anticipation crackled between them. He felt her nipples harden against his chest. His cock was doing exactly the same thing.

If they were going to have only one kiss, he might as well make it a good one.

He ran his hands up her back, savoring every smooth inch of that long, elegant curve. When he reached her head, he cradled it in both hands, tilting her face to the perfect angle, where he could devour at will. Her eyes drifted half-closed and her lips parted. She looked as if she were dreaming.



       
         
       
        

He brushed his lips against the soft, tempting mouth open before him. An electric vibration sizzled directly to his brain. He slid his tongue along the sleek flesh of her upper lip, then nipping the lower one until she opened farther, on a soft moan. He tasted champagne and a sweet wildness that had him driving deeper, sweeping his tongue inside the delicious cavern of her mouth.

She wrapped one long leg around his hip. He felt the heel of her shoe against the back of his leg-the visual of that nearly drove him nuts. He clamped a hand on her silk-covered ass and pressed her mound against his groin. His cock pounded with nearly painful arousal. He bent her over so he didn't lose his balance as he ravaged her mouth.

Moaning, she grabbed the back of his shirt and held on tight. Being Suzanne, she gave just as good as she got. Their tongues touched and teased in a wicked twining dance. Every stroke generated more electricity, more sparks, more need. The shock of it made him light-headed, and he had a sudden image of the two of them floating in zero-gravity space, locked together in a kiss as hot as a supernova.

Quick footfalls sounded outside the door and a female voice called, "I'll be out in a sec. Don't you go anywhere. Oh, look, someone left a club soda out here."

They broke apart, staring at each other in a sort of daze, trying to reorient themselves. "Someone's coming," Suzanne finally whispered.

Josh shook himself out of his stupor. Sweeping her off her feet, he whisked her into the stall where she'd left her dress. He pulled the door closed behind them just as the outer door opened. He squeezed his eyes shut, cringing as the woman hurried to the sink, her heels clicking on the tile floor.

"Hi, it's me," the woman said. Suzanne pulled a worried face, but Josh put a finger to her lips before she could say anything. "Yes, it's going fantastic, like a dream. All signs point to getting lucky tonight."