Worth It All(20)

“Thus the two jobs. And Casey. That’s a lot.”

She lifted her shoulders like it was no big deal when he knew damn well it was.

Her eyes met his then danced away. “Thanks again for the ride. And the drink.”

“You’re welcome.”

Another moment of silence passed and neither of them moved. Paige stared at a spot over his shoulder. “Nice night, but I guess all the nights are like this. That’s why people move to Southern California.”

A light breeze gently lifted her hair like even the wind wanted to touch her. “Is that why you moved here?”

“No. I moved here to start our life.”

“It hasn’t started yet?”

“Not really.” She shrugged again, something he’d noticed she did a lot, and stared at the toe of her tennis shoe digging into the gravel. “Not the one I want. Oh, I meant to ask you, why didn’t you tell me you owned Evolution? That you’d sold patents for prosthetics?”

“Simon has a big mouth.”

Looking up at him thoughtfully, she leaned her side against his truck so their bodies were facing. “You don’t want people to know?”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Actually, it is. It’s a really big deal. Especially to Casey.”

Of course he was proud of what he’d done, but it meant something more coming from Paige. “It wasn’t just me, it was a team effort and…” Her eyes held his, and whatever else he might have said got stuck in his throat. How had they gotten so close? Had he moved? Had she?

She’d driven him crazy for weeks, but especially tonight with that voice and those eyes, her full lips and shy smile. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets. There were so many reasons he should get in his truck right now and drive away, but mostly because he knew touching her once would never be enough.

“Paige, I—”

“Simon asked me—”

Their words tumbled on top of each other and dwindled off in the heat building between them.

He shifted even closer, drawn by her until there was barely a breath between them. What man was strong enough not to kiss Paige when she stood gazing up at him under the stars?

Taking her face in his hands, he slid his fingers into her hair. Her soft inhale was loud in the quiet night, and her eyes never left his. He gave her a chance to move away. Just the slightest turn of her head and he would back up, regain his sanity.

When she didn’t, he lowered his head and brushed his mouth over hers. Her lips were warm and soft, and instead of taking a step back, she stepped into him. He traced his tongue along the seam, teasing her until she opened to him. And then he was lost. Her arms wound around his neck and any reasons he had for not kissing her evaporated.

Her body was soft under his hands and the sweet sounds she made vibrated into his chest. He slanted his mouth over hers, deepened the kiss, and fell deeper himself. Their tongues tangled around each other. It was new but strangely familiar, even when he knew he’d never tasted anything so sweet.

Paige’s fingers dug into his scalp like she needed to keep him from pulling away when there was no chance of that. With an arm around her lower back, he brought her fully against him, setting off new waves of heat. After some time, he lifted his head and looked into the blue eyes of a woman who’d been well kissed.

And what the hell? His heart was pounding so hard he was sure if she looked she’d see it.

They disengaged by degrees. Her arms slid from around his neck, his hand on her back. Though he took his time brushing her side. Her lips were damp and glistening in the lamplight, and it only made him want to start all over again.

“I’m sorry,” she said, all flushed and breathless.

A soft laugh escaped him. No kiss, first or otherwise, had ever felt like that and he didn’t know what to do next. “Definitely not something to be sorry for. That was…”

“I know.”

He wondered what she knew, because he sure as hell didn’t know anything. He’d never felt a kiss all the way to his heart.





Chapter 5


With her heart still racing, Paige fought the crooked dead bolt, then leaned back, thunking her head against the trailer door. Her lips tingled, and there was a warm buzzing inside her head. She hadn’t been kissed by a man, or even touched, since before Casey was born. And she’d never, ever, been kissed like that.

Jake had consumed her, overwhelmed her senses, made her light-headed. And she’d responded to him like they were longtime lovers instead of someone she barely knew who’d offered her a ride home.

She covered her burning cheeks with her hands, touched a finger to her lips. She could still feel the blood pulsing after being pressed against his. Damn it. It scared her to feel her emotions scattering out of her control.