Free This Just In... (Harlequin Superromance) by Jennifer McKenzie Page A

length of his. Her face tilted up, glowing in the soft evening light.
    “Mr. Mayor.” Her breath tickled his lips as he bent closer. “Are you going to kiss me?”
    Noah stopped. Had he read the entire situation wrong? Was she just looking for a neighborly visit where they sat on the porch and talked about the day’s problems? The tips of his ears burned and his chest tightened. “I was.”
    “Then what are you waiting for?”

CHAPTER SIX
    O H , YES .
    Sabrina’s eyes slid shut as Noah’s lips touched hers. It had been so long since she’d been touched by anyone and she reveled in it. A loose warmth curled through her. Satisfaction tickled the base of her neck. It was probably wrong to be kissing the man she hoped to interview soon and whose brother she’d dated in high school. But it felt so right.
    He placed a hand on the side of her cheek and stroked once. A light butterfly touch that sent a shiver through her. So, so right. She melted toward him.
    Noah wasn’t the kind of man she usually kissed. He didn’t drive a fast car or refuse to wear shoes that weren’t made of real Italian leather. He didn’t live in a penthouse suite with a view of the city lights below and attend parties every night to both see and be seen. He didn’t do yoga on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays or count every carb that got near his mouth. He was the kind of man who chose shoes for utility and performed manual labor to keep his physique. At least, she hoped so. Sabrina was really looking forward to seeing a shirtless Noah mowing the lawn outside her window.
    Hot, sweaty yard work. She ran a hand down his arm, feeling the pull and bunch of his muscles. She’d go out and personally shake the leaves off the trees for him to rake if she had to. Followed by a lovely pasta dinner, which Noah would relish instead of looking at her with horror and ask if she was trying to make him fat.
    That he sat on the porch in the bits of dirt that still clung to the wood slats wasn’t lost on her, either. Sabrina was used to the urbanites who complained if dust gathered on their leather car seats. Not a single one of her friends in Vancouver would ever have jumped in to help clean up the mess of crushed blooms and broken pots. And they never would have sat down on the porch, not even if it had been freshly scrubbed.
    She curled against him. His hand rested on the nape of her neck, his thumb drawing slow, easy circles. Although the night was warm, she shivered. She thought they should stay here for a while. A very long while.
    Sabrina could forget while she was out here, wrapped up in his arms, in his taste and smell. Everything in her life that hadn’t been so great seemed less important.
    Noah trailed light kisses from one corner of her mouth to the other. So sweet, so careful, so unlike what she was used to. But when she urged him for more, pressing her mouth more firmly against his, trying to take the wheel, he simply continued at the slow, sweet pace.
    And to her surprise, she burned all the hotter for it. More than if he’d shoved his tongue in her mouth and tugged at her neckline.
    His cheek was stubbly. So different from the smooth, baby softness of her last boyfriend. And the way he smelled. Just fresh air and pine tree. Sabrina inhaled deeply, feeling the heat pool in her body.
    She turned her torso, trying to press against him, wanting to throw her legs around him, but unable to do so without breaking their lip lock. Oh, the tragedy of choice. Her fingers curled around his hard biceps, appreciating the strength hidden beneath the clean-cut shirts and tidy persona.
    Noah’s tongue darted out to touch hers, just a flick, a recon mission to determine if this was acceptable. Sabrina sighed. More than acceptable. Her body softened, molded itself to his while he stroked her face, her neck, her arms and shoulders, all while keeping up an uninterrupted appreciation of her mouth. He was barely touching her, nothing under the clothes, no intense