The Morning After. Dorie Graham

      “It’s okay. You…want to explore this…this attraction.”

      He nodded slowly. “Interested?”

      She swallowed hard. This was her chance to help him. Warmth filled her as she envisioned touching him, stroking him, bringing him pleasure…and peace. But something told her that leaving this man would be one of the hardest things she’d ever do. For some inexplicable reason, the prospect filled her with sadness. She barely knew him. How could she feel this way already?

      She kept her voice casual, though her pulse pounded and her lips ached for more of his kiss. “Could be.”

      His brow furrowed. “I can’t make any promises. I’m not looking for anything serious. You should know that up front.”

      A rueful laugh escaped her. She tried to squelch the bit of disappointment that surfaced. “You mean no extras? No frills? Sex only?”

      “I owe you dinner. We could go out. It’s up to you.”

      She’d been down that road too many times before. She and Brad had dated for three weeks before she had finally slept with him. The outcome had been the same. With the way she felt about Dylan in the short space of time since they’d met, only disaster lay that way. Better not to get too close. “I don’t need any frills.”

      He nodded slowly.

      With a boldness she didn’t feel, she ran her hand up his torso. “Let’s not put off until tomorrow what we can do today.”

      “We don’t have to do this now if it’s too soon. We could go to dinner first, then see how you feel.”

      “I’m not hungry…at least not for food.”

      He moaned softly and crushed her to him, claiming her mouth once more.