Pregnant by the Texan(15)

                Later, she glanced at her watch and saw it was almost one, she picked up her purse. “Aaron, I have to fly out early in the morning. I didn’t know it was so late. I never intended to stay this late.”

                “But you were having such a good time you just couldn’t tear yourself away,” he teased, and she smiled at him.

                “Actually, it has been a good time and the first evening in a while that has had nothing to do with the storm.”

                They headed out to the elevator and rode to the sixth floor. The hallway was empty and quiet as Aaron walked her to her door.

                “Let me take you to the airport in the morning and we can get breakfast there.”

                “No, thank you. It’s way too early.”

                “I’ll be up early. It’ll save you trouble and we can talk some more. All good reasons—okay?”

                She stopped at her door, getting her card from her purse. “I know you’ll get your way in this conversation, too, Aaron. See you in the lobby at six o’clock. Thanks for dinner tonight and a million thanks for finding Dobbin. That made Mildred happy.”

                “It was fun. Mostly it was fun to be with you and see you again. Before we say good-night, there’s something I’ve been wanting to do since the last time we were together.”

                “Do I dare ask—what have you been wanting to do?”

                “Actually, maybe two or three things,” he said softly. “First, I want to kiss you again,” he said, moving close and slipping his arm around her waist. Her heart thudded as she looked up at him. She should step back, say no, stop him now, but what harm was there in a kiss? She gazed into his light brown eyes and there was no way to stop. Her heartbeat raced and her lips tingled. She leaned closer and then his mouth covered hers. His arms tightened around her and he pulled her against him.

                She wrapped her arms around him to return his kiss, wanting more than kisses. She felt on fire, memories of being in his arms and making love tugging at her.

                He leaned over her while he kissed her, his tongue going deep, touching, stroking, building desire. She barely felt his fingers in her hair, but in minutes her hair fell over her shoulders.

                She had to stop, to say no. She couldn’t have another night like the last one with him.

                “Aaron, wait,” she whispered.

                He looked down at her. His brown eyes had darkened with passion. “I’ve dreamed of you in my arms, Stella,” he whispered. “I want to kiss you and make love.”

                “Aaron, that night was so unlike me.”

                “That night was fantastic.” He held long strands of her hair in his fingers. “Your hair is pretty.”

                She shook her head. “I have to go in,” she whispered. “Thank you for dinner, and especially for finding the dog.”

                She opened her door with her card.

                “Stella,” he said. His voice was hoarse. She paused to look at him.

                “I’ll meet you in the lobby at six in the morning. I’ll take you to the airport.”

                She nodded. “Thanks,” she said, and stepped into her entryway and closed the door. The lock clicked in place. She rested her forehead against the door and took a deep breath. She didn’t intend to get entangled with him at this point in time. Not until she had a definite answer about whether she was pregnant.