Love Song (Rocked by Love #2)

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Authors: Susan Scott Shelley
get back in that cab and leave."
    He inched
closer without crossing the threshold and loosely entwined his fingers between
hers. "I'm sorry. It's been a long day. A long several days. And a
miserable flight. I do want to come in."
    She nodded and stepped
back, maintaining their tenuous connection. Keeping hold of her hand, he
followed her over the threshold and shut the door at his back.
    "Can I have my hand
back now?"
    "I like it where it
is." He dropped his bag on the floor and raised their joined hands to his
lips and kissed her fingers.
    The sensation traveled
all the way to her toes. She couldn't give in to it. "Luke."
    He opened her hand and
his lips kissed her palm and then moved to her wrist. The roughness of his
beard added to the tingling. "Your pulse is jumping."
    "Maybe I'm
angry."
    His blue eyes stared into
hers. He lifted an eyebrow and then gave her a half-smile. "Maybe you are.
Maybe it's something more. Maybe you want to see what it's like if I kiss
you."
    Her lips parted and her
gaze fell to his mouth.
    "Because I want to
see what it's like." His other hand caressed the bare skin of her forearm.
    She wanted to back up,
but somehow her back was against the door, and he was so wonderfully near.
"No."
    "Why not?"
    "Because I
might..." They needed to talk. This physical reaction didn't solve
anything.
    He shifted until mere
inches separated them. "You might what?"
    Hell, she'd have to be
honest. "I might not want to stop."
    ***
    Luke
stared into the wide blue eyes gazing up at him. Audrey's chest rose and fell
in fast breaths. He inhaled, and her subtle spicy floral scent beckoned him
closer. "I might not want to stop either. In fact, I know I won't. What's
wrong with that?"
    "It's not the
answer."
    "Maybe it's the only
answer."
    Her gaze jumped from his
eyes to his mouth, then back and forth again. She lifted her hand to his chest
and her fingers tightened, gripping his shirt. Vulnerability swirled in her
eyes and she bit her lip. He knew that look—hesitation and consideration. He
lowered their joined hands to his side and raised his other hand to cup her
cheek.
    Audrey's lips parted and
her head tilted into his palm.
    He leaned down, until
they were a breath apart, and then hovered, savoring the anticipation. He'd
been waiting three years for this moment. They'd only get one first kiss.
    Her hand tugged on his
shirt, pulling him in. Luke closed the distance. Audrey's lips were as soft as
silk and as warm as spiced cider. He tasted a trace of vanilla. Like his
favorite double-shot espresso coffee, she spiked his blood. When her tongue met
his, he groaned and slanted his lips, seeking more access. Wet strokes drove
his need higher, and then Audrey dragged his lower lip between her teeth. He
leaned more of his weight into her, desperate to get closer.
    Her body, warm and lush,
molded to his form. With a soft sigh, she released his shirt to touch his neck,
and then dug her fingers into his hair. Her other hand traced patterns on his
back as she explored his muscles.
    The light touches and
firmer holds drove him crazy. He needed more. Now.
    His hand glided from her
cheek, down her side, bypassing the curves he intended to slowly uncover when
need wasn't wrecking his concentration. He found the small of her back and the
strip of skin where her waistband met the bottom hem of her shirt. A teasing
bit of skin. Soft. Warm. Sexy.
    Audrey went lax when his
fingers stroked that spot. She broke the kiss and leaned her head against the
door. "So good."
    He lifted his gaze from
the pulse jumping in her neck and smiled at the blissed-out ease in her
expression. He flexed his hand, fingers spread wide, over her skin, covering
more of that satin-softness. She arched her back, pressing her torso into his,
and he didn't try to hide how much she'd affected him—from the full length of
his arousal, to his shaking hands, and his racing heartbeat.
    On a moan, her eyes
opened. She watched him as her hips lifted and pressed into his.

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