Where the hell had Lucy gone? He looked left and right but the road in both directions was empty except for parked cars vaguely visible in the streetlights. She must have found a taxi from somewhere. It was beginning to rain but he was oblivious to it as it soaked his hair and dampened his designer suit. What the hell had he gone and done now?
He hadn’t meant to kiss her; he truly hadn’t. From the moment she’d stepped out of her front door earlier he’d had to keep himself on constant guard to hide his attraction and he’d been doing a pretty good job, if he said so himself. It was the dancing. He should never have asked her to dance but he hadn’t liked the way the conversation was going and it had been all he could think of to do to divert her and stop her talking. He’d known the instant her body was against his that he had no hope left. He rubbed his fingers slowly across his lips as if he could still taste her on them. The softness of her skin under his hands and the delicious scent of her hair had removed all the control he’d had in place.
