At first it was little more than a silky whisk of lips. Then warm, thick tension twisted inside her, and she allowed him to deepen the kiss. He cupped her face in his palms, and Claire shifted to wrap her arms around his neck. When he finally broke away from her, she had to remind herself to breathe. I’ll tell him about James and end this here and now. “Name your ideal woman,” she murmured instead, sliding her hands through his hair. “Tall and slender.” He kissed her again. “Impulsive.” She laughed, flattered by his observations. “You’re playing it safe. Tell me what she looks like.” “She looks like you.” “No fair.” “It doesn’t matter what she looks like,” Mitch said. “You’re not getting out of this.” He touched her damp head. “Her hair is short and wavy.” “Go on.” He released an exasperated breath. “Okay. Brunette. Eyes dark, skin brown.” Claire thought of the coloring she’d inherited from both of her Irish parents: red hair, green eyes, skin easily burned by the sun.
What do You think about Breaking The Rules (2012)?
