Excerpt: Coming Soon

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

His gaze flew up to meet hers, as if weighing the sincerity of her command. To prove the seriousness of her intention, her hands rubbed along his waist. His stomach was lean and firm, and his cotton-covered muscles twitched under her touch. Her fingers curled around his lower back, and she drew him into her. His hardness pressed against her nave. She wanted him to fill her. The bedroom was only a few steps away. Hell, the kitchen counter was right beside them.

He bathed her in a shameless gaze of sexual appetite, tilted his head down toward her. She closed her eyes.

But his kiss didn’t come.

Her eyelids fluttered open. His eyes were searching her face, as if gauging her desire. She blushed. And she hated it, the inquiry, the judgment. As if he had decided she didn’t entirely mean what she was demanding from him.

He smiled, released a pent-up breath, and broke the moment.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have done that, shouldn’t start anything like that. It’s totally inappropriate. But... for a moment... I forgot who we were. Ghostwriter and memoirist.”

“So did I,” she confessed. In the space of seconds, they were so much more than writing partners. She relished that moment, their first near-kiss, logging it away in her memories, wishing for the opportunity to present itself again. Soon. Before her need to have him devoured her.