she shouldn’t be thinking now. Why couldn’t she lose herself in the moment instead of distracting herself by overanalyzing the kiss? Wondering where it was going instead of just enjoying it all on its own?
Abruptly, Lia placed her hands—which she was sorry to note had only been gripping the chair arms—on either side of J.C.’s head and broke their kiss.
His golden-tipped eyelashes swept upward.
Lia Wainright looked this man right in his blue, blue eyes and smiled.
And then she kissed him.
For the next several minutes, Lia Wainright channeled her inner woman. It should have been effortless. It wasn’t, which said something about her that she’d examine later. Much later. For now, she quickly returned the awaken-the-lips favor and then went exploring, learning his taste, and what made him hum. Especially what made him hum because that’s what sent delicious vibrations over her tongue to bump merrily along the way to those parts of her that appreciated vibrations the most.
Lia knew it was time to break the kiss when she became seriously interested in taking her tongue out of the equation and applying his humming directly to those parts of her.
Not now. But, for the love of fudge-ripple ice cream, within the near future.
So, trying to hide her reluctance, Lia retrieved her hands from where they’d been wandering along his leanly muscled arms. Slowly, she gentled her kisses, pleased when he responded in kind.
They stared at one another and then Lia said, “J.C., it’s time to put your hard drive back into your machine.”
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, Lia stepped next door. She didn’t even have a face-saving pretext. “James?” She confronted J.C.’s sales-associate cousin. “Or do you prefer Jimmy?”
“Oh.” James flushed a deep cherry pink that clashed with the coral shirt, tie and pocket square he wore to prove that men could wear pink.
Lia liked James, but James was not the man to demonstrate any shade of pink whatsoever. But James and pink weren’t the point. His cousin was the point.
James looked ready to bolt.
Lia cut off his escape. “Yes, I have been talking to your cousin. Tell me about him. Hold nothing back.”
Panic flashed in James’s eyes. “Is he bothering you?”
Define bother, Lia felt like saying. “Not yet.”
“Good.” James looked visibly relieved. “He’s visiting for a few days.”
“And?”
“And he’ll be gone soon?”
Lia leveled a look at him. “James, is he sleeping in the back dressing room?”
The panic returned and James went into full defense mode. “He wanted to. I told him he shouldn’t, but he likes the quiet. He says he can’t hear his music when he’s around people all the time.”
Lia thought of the bits and pieces she’d heard through the wall. “Some music shouldn’t be heard.”
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