“Taylor, can’t we go out and have some fun without a lifetime commitment? Once I make the Olympic team, my free time will be non-existent. My meeting lasts until Tuesday. Then I’ll fly home to Glen Cove.”
His mouth went dry as he lost himself in the silky grayness of her irises. To hear her call him by his first name thrilled him deep inside and sent a surge of pleasure across his chest. He fought the urge to reach out, stroke her hair, and push a stray curl back behind her ear; an ear pierced by diamonds.
Just like those Hollywood starlets. Becka had looks, money, and heaps of athletic talent. So why did this beautiful young woman plead for a date?
“Can we make arrangements for getting together sometime after I get back? Give me a chance to get to know you?” she teased. She placed both delicate hands in the middle of his chest. Beneath the thin material of his shirt, his heart’s rapid beat must have invited her to lean in close. Too close. His body heated as she smiled up at him. Maybe he should blame the hot afternoon sun as the culprit. Either way, this felt like a bad idea. Vinnie’s recent frown came to mind. Guilt turned his stomach.
“Great,” she said at his silence. “Here’s my number. Call me and we’ll think of something to do, okay?” A blush colored her pretty face after she stressed the word something.
Without thinking, Taylor leaned down and kissed her. Her lips tasted of lemony sweet tea and he drank her in. Melting her lips to his made him instantly rock hard. The scent of honeysuckle and sweat filled his nostrils. When her arms circled his neck, he pulled her into a tight embrace. Moist palms slid down her arms to circle her waist.
“This is a bad idea,” he whispered against her teeth. In a blink, he pressed their mouths together, again. Soft in all the right places, and muscular in unusual places, his hands explored her body further.