And what a kiss! Travis hadn’t intended to kiss Brooke – ever! But as soon as his lips met hers, he felt a bone-melting heat flood through him. If pressed, Travis didn’t think he could explain the feelings and sensations that had raced through him when Brooke had opened her lips to his. He’d kissed plenty of women, beginning with the popular, pretty cheerleader-type in high school, all the way up to now, when women like Lorna Morgan never seemed to be in short supply. But never in his life had he kissed a woman that stirred in him the response Brooke had. He’d felt protective of her innocent hesitation. He’d felt gentleness toward her soft sweetness. Then her tongue had shyly touched his, and he’d tasted the complex blend that was Brooke, and it had nearly been his undoing. He’d felt a rush of lust, pure and simple, roar through his body. If the ringing of his phone hadn’t interrupted that kiss, Travis wasn’t certain he’d have regained control. It actually hadn’t been him who’d regained control when the phone rang; he hadn’t even heard it! No, it was Brooke who broke off the kiss.
