Free Daddy 101 (American Romance) by Jo Leigh Page A

Her mouth opened slightly, as if she needed a little more breath. He was sure, if it had been daylight, he’d have seen color tint her cheeks. “What is?” she whispered.
    “You don’t know that you’re beautiful. Sexy. Intelligent. And oh, so desirable,” he whispered right back. Then he leaned down, slowly, and finally took the kiss that had been promised all those hours before.
    The first touch of her lips was something he’d remember for the rest of his life. And never be able to describe. “Softness” wasn’t adequate. “Sweet” didn’t say it at all. The only thing close was heaven. His groin told him to crush her incredible lips with his, but he held back, wanting the torment to last. He tasted first, sipped. Licked her bottom lip. Teased her with the pressure, first soft, then harder, then soft again.
    It was her moan that changed his mind. The dark, throaty sound made him move closer, wrap his arms around her back. Bring her tight against his body so they touched from lips to thighs. He felt the tip of her tongue on his and then there was no more teasing. He let go, letting his body lead him. His tongue met hers and his thoughts turned primitive with raw hunger.
    He wanted this woman in every way. He just couldn’t get enough. His hands wanted to touch her back and her thighs and her knees, all at once. He wanted to taste her sweet breasts, but it was inconceivable to stop this kiss.
    Her hands made it all worse. He felt her explorations, felt the urgency and the heat. She wanted him as he wanted her, but they were standing in the middle of the street with open windows all around them or he would have pulled her to the ground right there.
    She broke the kiss and leaned her head on his shoulder for a second, breathing deeply. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to get it together. It wasn’t easy. He was hard as a rock, straining against his pants, and every time she moved it was agony.
    “Holy cow,” she whispered.
    “You can say that again,” he said.
    “Holy cow.”
    He smiled. “So, uh, isn’t your house just down the block? Shouldn’t we be heading there? Very, very quickly?”
    Dani moved back, stepping out of his embrace. “I don’t think so.”
    “Why?” he asked, amazed at how quickly his body reacted to the hesitant, apologetic tone in Dani’s voice. His erection wasn’t an urgent problem anymore, although one look from her and it would be a national emergency in a heartbeat.
    “We shouldn’t have done that,” she said.
    “Why not? It was pretty spectacular.”
    She shook her head. He kept staring at her mouth, the taste of her so present it made him ache.
    “It was still foolish,” she said. “It can’t go anywhere.”
    “Why not, Dani? What would be the harm?”
    “You’re leaving.”
    “Not right now.”
    “Soon.”
    “Then let me leave you with a memory. A damn good memory.”
    “I’ve got enough of those, thanks.”
    “Not the right kind,” he said. He reached over and touched her cheek with the back of his hand. Her eyes closed and she leaned into the caress. Her skin was magically soft and fragile. His want of her so powerful he was nearly knocked senseless.
    Dani knew if she didn’t do something soon, he would kiss her again. And if he kissed her again she would kiss him back. If she did that, she wouldn’t be able to stop. She’d take him to her bed, and she’d make love with him and it would be wonderful and then what? She’d have memories all right. Memories that would torment her each long night she slept alone.
    “I can’t,” she said.
    “Why not?” he asked as he dropped his hand to his side. His gaze never left her, though, and the question there, the confusion, made her look away.
    “I take these things pretty seriously,” she said.
    “You don’t think I’m serious?”
    “Yes. But not in the way I mean. You want to have sex. Which is fine. But I only want to make love.”
    He studied her for a long moment. She let him, wanting him