“A vicious cycle. I don’t see an end to it.”
“Me either. You may want to take that into consideration before saying yes.”
She pretended to ponder it until he cursed under his breath and kissed her with enough tenderness to stir her heartstrings and enough passion to set her hormones ablaze.
The kisses continued uninterrupted as they lay back, face to face. When he finally broke apart, she gasped, “I haven’t agreed to anything yet.”
“You know the alternative.”
“You’d carry me off?”
“Without hesitation. But not in a stolen car. And first, I’d fulfill my sex fantasy.”
“You’ll have to be more specific.”
“To fuck you in your newslady clothes.” He put his hand under her skirt and slid it up her inner thigh, hooking his thumb in the band of her panties and tugging.
“Before you even got out of your coat and boots?”
“Hmm. That’s part of it. I only wish you’d left the high heels on.”
“Well, maybe this will make up for them.”
“What?”
Leaning up, she placed her lips against his ear and whispered, “You’re going to love this.”
She finished unbuttoning her blouse and watched his smile stretch when he saw the bra she was wearing underneath.