French Kiss. Lori Wilde
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He performed a cha-cha-cha step and she mimicked his footwork, her curvy little butt bouncing enticingly. She had goddess legs, enhanced by the flirty blue and white skirt she wore that barely covered her firm, slender thighs. Her calves were shapely. Her ankles perfectly proportioned. And he loved the way her pearly pink toenails peeked from beneath the straps of her sandals.
“Hi,” she said breathlessly. He could barely hear her over the music. “I’m Summer.”
He did not answer. He was afraid she might recognize his voice and then his whole crazy deception would unravel before it ever got going.
Joe nodded, wrapped an arm around her waist and dipped her so low that her loose, flowing hair grazed the stage floor. How often he’d thought about holding her in his arms like this! It felt three times as great as he’d imagined. She smelled so damned good. Her face was flushed and she was breathing hard and fast, her breasts rising and falling against his chest, her head hanging below his.
Within kissing distance.
Her navy-blue eyes widened until they seemed to encompass her entire face. And when she slipped out a tongue to moisten her rich, crimson lips, he almost groaned aloud. He was that far gone.
“Joe told me all about you,” he murmured huskily into her ear as he righted her, disguising his voice with a bad French accent.
“He did?”
“He says you are a woman who regrets nothing.”
“That’s true.”
“Ah,” he said. “This is my lucky day. For you see, I am a man who will dare anything.”
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