sudden, but so far I heartily approve of this new cookbook.”
“Of course you do.” She gave him a pointed look.
“Silverware seems to be an option,” she murmured, pinching off a bite of the eggs. After setting the plate aside, she faced him again. Cupping her other hand to catch the dripping sauce, she held the morsel to his lips.
His gaze never left hers as he took the bite, then chewed slowly. “Eggs Benedict has never tasted this good.”
Lifting her hand to her own mouth, he urged, “Taste.”
She drew her fingers into her mouth, savoring the creamy taste and the shiver of awareness passing between them. Spatters of the sauce dotted her other hand, as well. “I forgot napkins.”
Before she could move away he took her hand, bringing it to his lips. “Allow me.” With deft strokes, he licked the drips of hollandaise from her palm.
Her heart quickened with each stroke of his tongue, filling her with confidence. “And you have a bit of sauce…”
Every nerve in her body stood alert as she leaned forward to skim her lips along the corner of his mouth. She flicked her tongue over the dab of hollandaise.
He angled his head. For one heart-rending moment, their breaths mingled, expectation hovering over them. Then he pressed his mouth to hers. Time stood still as he opened to her. The tang of the sauce melted from his tongue to hers.
Her breasts pressed against his chest. She shifted on his lap, stirring that part of him that had filled her dream with pleasure. Heat spiraled through her. He skimmed his hands up her sides as his tongue stroked hers with an intensity that sparked a hunger she had never known.
She broke the kiss, pulling back to gaze at him as she drew deep breaths. His pupils had dilated and his eyes glowed with sexual hunger. His lips beckoned, lush and inviting.
With a small groan, she leaned back into him, mating her mouth once more to his. She shifted again, giving him better access as his hands slid up over her rib cage. Desire burned in her as his thumbs traced the lower swells of her breasts, then found their taut buds. He teased them until she squirmed against him, pressing her cleft to his hardness.
She drew back, her breasts heaving. Then her gaze fell on the clock mounted on the wall behind him. Alarm raced up her spine. “Oh my God.”
He cupped her bottom and pressed her closer. “I know. Why haven’t we done this before? It’s incredible.”
All that work on those flyers, and she was already behind schedule. “Yes, no, I mean…it’s eleven-thirty. I have to go.”
“Go?”
Her gaze swerved back to him. “The post office closes in half an hour. I should have mailed those flyers yesterday.”
“Flyers?”
“I’ve got to get dressed. I’m so sorry.”
She pressed a quick peck to his cheek, scrambled off of him, then dashed toward the stairs. If she skipped her shower, she might make it in time.
“Wait!” His chair scraped the floor as he bolted after her.
A wave of guilt stopped her on the bottom stair. She pivoted to face him. “Adam—”
“Do I have an overactive imagination, or did we just get hot and heavy in there?” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
Her traitorous body melted against him. “Um, yes, we got hot and heavy in there.”
His eyes rounded in disbelief. “And…you’re leaving?”
Frustration billowed inside her. “I have to.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do. We’ve planned this whole campaign to tie in with the TV ads. Timing is everything. They should have gone out yesterday.”
“Okay. I’ll drive you. We’ll pop those in the mail, then come back here and…pick up where we left off.”
She cupped his cheek. “I wish we could, but I promised Kamira I’d help at the clinic today. She’s probably leaving Greg’s now to come get me.”
His eyebrows drew together. “You’re not running away because you regret that we—”
“No.” She traced her finger along his lower lip. “No. I had hoped we would…you know.”
He tipped up her chin. “Are you sure?”
She nodded and he ran his lips lightly across hers. “Then we will. Tonight.”
“Yes.” Her heart thudded. “Tonight.”
“I’ll see what I can rustle up at the grocery store, then I’ll pick you up from the clinic.”
Anticipation thrummed in her veins. “Yes.”
“Now, go take care of all your distractions. Tonight you’re all mine.”
“Yes.” She gasped. “Ohmygosh, I have to hurry.” She turned, then fled up the stairs.
“Oh, and Lauren,” Adam called. “Don’t forget that cookbook.”
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