Candi swallowed, and this time let herself look all she wanted. Unlike the other day at the beach, she'd committed to this moment with him.
His well-tailored suits had always hinted at a rock hard body, but she hadn't seen him in the flesh until this week. Now, here he was.
She slid a hand up and down his chest, marveling at the feel of him. How many times had she imagined what it would be like to have the freedom to touch him?
Q leaned forward. But that was it. Was he indulging her?
Candi let her hands glide over his chest and shoulders, down to his abs.
She peered up at him, taking pleasure in the way he looked at her, as if he wanted to pounce and never let go.
"I thought you were going to keep kissing me," she said.
"Oh, I am."
He bent his head and sealed his lips over hers. No hesitation whatsoever. Her toes curled, and she wound her arms around him, wanting to get closer.