He cupped her cheeks in his hands, tangled his fingers in her hair, and pulled her closer, tighter, and kissed her like this was the last kiss on earth, a one-shot-at-this kiss and he completely went for broke.
It started with purposeful, subtle pressure, but once he tasted her soft lips, he lost all control. When she parted them on a sigh he devoured her, their tongues meeting and searching, soft and urgent, and their bodies pressing against one another like there was no tomorrow. Because maybe for them, there wasn’t.
Lukas had kissed many women, but none of them had made him breathless and dizzy. He pulled away briefly, disoriented. That gave her enough time to think, and in one swift move, she pushed off and stepped away, wiping the last traces of him off her mouth.
“This was a mistake.” Her voice sounded whisper-weak, and she was trembling. “I... I’ve got to go.”
He followed her across the room. “Sam, wait,” he called, but it was too late. She’d grabbed her purse off the little eating table and headed to the sliding doors.
“Please don’t follow me,” she said, then left out the door.
That had been some kiss. Funny, but kissing her hadn’t had the effect he’d intended. Instead of getting her out of his system, she appeared to be working her way in. The more he got to know her again, the more he found that the reality didn’t match the fantasy. It was better.