Free The Girl from Her Mirror (Mirrors Don't Lie Book 1) by Becki Willis Page B

her and maneuvered her body up
against his own. When she lifted her face expectantly to his, he pulled her arm
forward, to wrap around his own waist. The sky blue of his eyes darkening with
desire, Hardin slipped his fingers into her hair and cupped her face within his
large, calloused palms.
    “Then let’s close the night on a perfect
note,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers. He slid his mouth slowly
across hers, more a tease than a kiss. He dropped a small peck at the corner of
her mouth, then drug his lower lip back across hers, his breath warm and
scented with chocolate and wine. Pulling her face closer against his, he
increased the gentle pressure of his mouth, pressing his lips firmly into hers
before he pulled slightly away and began a slow exploration of her mouth. He
began by nibbling on the fullness of her lower globe, then slid the tip of his
tongue over the seam of her lips, on his way to explore the curve of her upper
lip. By the time his tongue returned to run along the sensuous pleat of her
mouth, Makenna was tugging his hips closer, encouraging him to deepen the maddeningly
slow and masterful kiss.
    His tongue slipped inside the honeyed
recess of her mouth, still exploring. Makenna’s body tightened with unexpected
desire, even as her knees sagged. When she stepped back against the wall for
support, tugging him along with her, he pressed his body close against hers. He
deepened the kiss, one hand tangling in the curls at the nape of her neck to
keep her face bound close to his, the other hand wandering down her collarbone,
down along the dipping neckline of her holey green sweater. Hardin’s fingers
slid down her bare shoulder, down almost to her elbow, until they found the end
of her sleeve. Slipping beneath the loose weave, his fingers traveled back up
the length of her arm with slow deliberation. His touch never strayed from the
safety of her upper arm, but there was something completely erotic about the
feel of his fingers gliding over her highly sensitive skin.
    By the time the kiss ended, Makenna was
breathless. She vaguely noticed he was having similar difficulty breathing, but
her mind was too muddled to take clear notes. Her entire body was in
over-drive, her blood humming wildly as it zipped through her veins, her heart
hammering a wild pace all its own.
    “Perfect,” he murmured against her lips,
lingering there for one more kiss. “Absolutely perfect.”
    “Mmm,” she agreed dreamily. It was the
best she could manage.
    Hardin stepped back, allowing them both
a chance to gather their senses. Makenna finally thought to fish in her purse
for her hotel card, which Hardin took from her trembling hands and slid through
the reader with ease.
    “I’ll see you at eight-thirty,” he
reminded her, leaning in for a brief kiss. Her lips lingered, then his. “I’d
better go,” he finally said, but his voice was rough with obvious reluctance.
    “See you in the morning.” She slipped
quietly inside and shut the door, her legs a trembling mess.

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
     
    Morning sun warmed the interior of the
little red sports car as it hugged the curves of the mountain highway, climbing
its way to the top. The air was crisp and invigorating, almost cold, but the
bright rays of sunshine held the chill at bay. Still, Makenna was thankful she
wore a light jacket over her black V-necked t-shirt.
    “This is amazing!” she beamed, glancing
over at Hardin. “I definitely see why you came here to train for cycling. The
temps here are fantastic!”
    “And no humidity,” he reminded her.
“Although this morning it was just down-right cold, before the sun got fully
up.”
    “You rode this morning?” she asked in
surprise.
    “After the workout I had yesterday, I
couldn’t slack off completely or I’d be too sore to move. I got in a couple of
miles this morning, just to keep me limber.” He craned his neck to get a better
view over the edge of the mountain. “I think there’s a place to