The Bravo Billionaire. Christine Rimmer

Lynn.”

      “What?”

      “Stand still.”

      She froze—but her mouth kept going. “I…I have to go. Really. I can’t—”

      “Soon.” He closed the space she’d put between them.

      She looked up at him, her eyes jewel-green now, soft lips slightly parted. “Uh. No. I think I should go now.”

      He bent his head, brought his mouth to a distance of one inch from hers. “Now?”

      “Now…”

      He hardly had to move at all, just that inch—and he had her mouth. She gasped, and then she stiffened.

      He remained absolutely still, mouth to mouth with her, waiting.

      Until she sighed. Her breath was sweet, as if she’d been eating apples. And the dewy-rose scent of her was all around him.

      Slowly, so as not to startle her, he took her shoulders and very gently pushed the raincoat away. It collapsed to the floor.

      She made a small, urgent sound in her throat, a word that didn’t quite take form. A protest, a plea? He couldn’t have said.

      And he didn’t care. Her mouth parted a tiny bit more. He slipped his tongue inside and pulled her body in to his.