Page 6 of She’s Got that Spark
The next kiss starts out slow, then we melt against each other. Our lips part as we breathe each other in. Then he chuckles softly. “Not enough garlic.”
I start to laugh, but he captures my mouth again, kissing me harder, deeper. His hands clutch at my back, pulling me to him as I grip the back of his shoulders. Choking back a moan, I actually feel like I’m on fire. His huge, hard body moves slowly, gauging my reactions as he pulls me against him. The way our mouths move together sends me spiraling into a dreamlike trance.
After several minutes of what has turned into a full make-out session, I feel like I’m dissolving into a puddle. Finally, Crow sits back. “Emma.” His breath is labored. “You really are a fire hazard.”
We both laugh, then I moan aloud as he kisses me again – hot and hard and intense. This time I’m the one to break it off, with a hand on his chest. “I…um…”
“I know, I know,” he murmurs. “Not here.” He looks around to check the nearby windows. “The neighbors, right?”
“Well…yeah. Sorry.”
He holds my hand as we walk to my aunt and uncle’s house. At the door, he gives me a slow, gentle peck on the cheek. “See you tomorrow, gorgeous.”
“Okay. Um, thanks for dinner.”
He lifts my hand to kiss the back of it, looking deeply into my eyes. “Thank you for the best date of my life, Emma. I feel this is just the beginning.”
Whoah. And wow. Does he mean for that to sound as intense as it does? I can’t breathe properly again until I’ve been inside and lying on my bed for several minutes.
Talk about a spark that could start a forest fire. My entire soul has been ignited.
I want so much more of him. In fact, I want everything.
4
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All morning long, my lips are buzzing with the need to kiss Emma again. She’s so light and sparkly – such a perfect contrast to my supposed darkness. From her glittery mauve nails to the way she doesn’t realize that she’s tugging on that curl of hair near her ear, each little quirk is precious and I’m getting addicted to every single one.
My body aches to be closer to her. Not even a brutal early workout in my basement can take the edge off my hunger.
It’s torture, but I manage to wait until nine-thirty when the café isn’t too busy before walking in with my mug. Looking around, I don’t see her. My heart drops into my boots until a familiar auburn head pops up from behind the pastry display case.
“Hi!”
Her beauty strikes me in the center of my chest. Looking around, I note that the few customers aren’t paying any attention to the way I drink her in with my eyes. I walk closer to see the stool she’s been sitting on, with a sketchbook in front of her.
“I’m not used to standing all day long yet,” she says sheepishly. “Desire said I should take a few minutes off my feet every hour.”
My eye goes directly to her drawings. “See? I knew you were an artist.”
I set down my mug for her to fill, and as soon as she turns away, I pull the sketchbook closer. Her stuff is amazing. Scrolls and linework and intricate designs that I could easily see myself wrapping around someone’s bicep or forearm one day.
Emma reaches over and flips the book closed. “Not an artist. Just a doodler.”
My finger waves in front of her nose. “Same thing, sunshine.”
She rolls her eyes at me, then turns away to continue filling my mug, giving me an incredible view of that round peach of an ass. Hot damn, what is she going to look like when I get her out of those clothes? When I have her sprawled across my bed, moaning my name?
Ouch.These jeans are suddenly a bit snug in the front.
Before I can think of something else to say, a couple comes in the door, making the little bell on it tinkle. “Can I pick you up after work?” I ask. “I don’t care if you still smell like muffins. If your feet are that tired, you shouldn’t be walking home.”
“Oh! Sure. Thanks.”
I blow her a kiss, then bounce across the street to my shop.
Cedarville is too small for appointments to be steady, but I’m open Tuesday through Saturday so I look busy. That whole “project success until you find success” thing. Plus, I advertise in all the nearby towns. It’s much easier for someone to drive forty minutes when they want some ink rather than three hours to a larger city.