With Just One Kiss (Grayson Friends series #6) Preview excerpt.
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Posted By: Francis Ray on February 29, 2012 Cicely felt each light brush of C.J. hard, muscled body that tantalized and teased and beckoned. Her grip on the stem of the wine glass tightened. If she reacted this strongly when two layers of clothes separated them, what would happen if they were naked? Heat flooded her body. She took a hasty sip of her wine. Alex made a motion to refill her glass. “No thank you.” She waved him back into his seat, unable to believe that C.J. made her act like a hormonal teenager. Each time she moved she seemed to brush against him. The friction made her restless, made her want to run her hand over the tight fitting jeans, then bite. She groaned. “Are you all right?" Cicely glanced up at C.J. before she thought, and was caught by the deepest, darkest black eyes she'd ever seen. They drew her, tempted her. "Cicely?” Cicely jerked her head around to see Dianne staring oddly at her. "Long day,” she managed and placed her wine glass on the table. "Thank you for a wonderful dinner, but I should be going." “I better leave as well. I want to be at the bar early to go over the week’s receipts.” C.J. stood and stared down at her. “I’ll walk out with you and make sure you get a cab.” Cicely gritted a smile of thanks. After hugging Dianne and Summer, she left with C.J. a few steps behind. In the hallway, she debated whether to tell him it wasn’t necessary to see her to a cab. She’d lived in New York since she was a college freshman. She decided it was best to ignore him. Thankfully the elevator opened as soon as she pressed “down”. Silently, she stepped on and punched “M”. The elevator door had barely closed before C.J. murmured from a few feet away, “We seem to have a problem." There was such male satisfaction in his deep drawling voice that she wanted to give him a swift kick. She could evade, but that would show weakness. C.J. seemed the type of man to take full advantage of any weakness. "Nothing that can't be handled," she said with enough frost for him to check his fingers and toes for frostbite. Being insensitive and arrogant, C.J. stepped in front of her, grinned and tilted his head toward her face. “Let’s see.” Her hand in the middle of his wide chest stopped the descent of his head. The second she felt the muscled hardness and strength she realized her tactical mistake. Her hand wanted to curl, rip the fabric away, explore, taste. "No." His midnight black eyes narrowed. She’d bet her Birkin bag he'd seldom heard that word. At any other time, she might have smiled at the surprised look on his too handsome face. "This is not going any further." "Wanna bet." Determination stared back at her. If you enjoyed this article, Join HBCU CONNECT today for similar content and opportunities via email! |
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Francis Ray
New York Times/USA Today author, Saint Martin Texas Woman`s Univ class of 1966 Member Since May 2005 |
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