From Blind Walker, A Sanctuary Novel, Book IV
Blind Walker © 2014 by Mel Favreaux
The limo drew to a stop, and he heard the driver’s door open.
His breathing hitched, and his palms grew slick with perspiration. “I can’t do this,” he whispered in a near panic.
Her scent filled him. Her fingertips were hot on his cheek when she turned his face toward her. “You can do this.”
“I’m going to trip and embarrass you too—”
The sound of the doors locking would have brought panic if he didn’t feel the heat of her lips brush against his. Oh yes! The hair on the back of his neck rose and his surprised gasp was lost beneath a deeper onslaught of her mouth. His entire body hummed when her tongue traced his lips.
Shoving every thought in his mind away, he concentrated on returning her kiss. Turning his body toward her, his fingers trailed from her bare knee, up her thigh where he felt the silky material of her dress begin. Preferring the smoothness of her thigh, he traced his fingers around the hem.
There was a gentle purr when she pulled away. Her fingers touched his lips, no doubt wiping away the lipstick smudged there.
“How are your nerves now?” she asked.