People flowed toward the stage. Couples closer to the front danced, some with practiced moves, others content to sway in each other’s arms. She and Stephen stood together for a while overlooking the water, listening and people-watching.
“How about some ice cream?” Stephen suggested.
“Sure.” She waited for him by the rail, tapping her fingers to the beat, wondering what it would be like in Stephen’s arms. To be held against his hard body. How would she fit against him? Would she still feel safe or would she feel trapped?
“Here you go.”
Stephen returned, looking like a proud little boy with his offering. The one bowl he held was huge, piled with mounds of ice cream and topped with chocolate sauce and whipped cream. She certainly didn’t need her own, and there were two spoons, but—
“I thought we could share,” he said with a smile.
Her stomach tumbled again. At the smile. The man. And the intimate act of sharing. Stephen held the bowl for both of them and they took turns until her tiny plastic spoon broke in the hard ice cream. “Well, crap. I’ll get another one.”
Stephen caught her hand and tugged her back. “I’ll share.”
Something about the look in his eyes had her blood going hot, her skin tingling. He held the ice cream out for her to help herself with his spoon, to put her lips where his had just been.
“Go ahead.”
She took her bite and passed it back. The way his eyes held hers when he slipped the spoon between his lips was devastating. He always said a lot without saying much, and right now he seemed to be saying this was more than sharing ice cream.
Back and forth they repeated the process until it was nearly gone. Instead of taking his next bite, he held it out to her and waited for her to open up like a baby. When she did, he brought it within an inch, then at the last second bypassed her lips and slid the spoon into his own mouth.
Her jaw dropped and she gaped at him. “I can’t believe you just did that.” Forgetting herself, she punched his arm.
He faked pain, laughing. “Believe it, baby. So I guess you think you should get the last bite, huh?”
“I think that’s only fair. Since you got the first one.”
“You got the first one.” He shook his head like he was disappointed. “You have a bad memory, Goldilocks.”
He scraped around the edges of the bowl, careful not to miss any last bit of chocolate. When he was satisfied, he held the spoon in front of her lips. “Open.”
She shook her head.
“Trust me.”
Finally, and with a warning glare, she took a chance. Agonizingly slowly, he filled her mouth with cold vanilla and warm fudge.
“Damn.” His eyes went heavy, his voice a deep whisper. He cupped her cheek in his palm and a thousand bolts shot through her. Just a touch, but more intimate than anything she’d ever felt. He touched the corner of her mouth with his thumb, swiped it across her lower lip.
She was well and truly caught, staring into the same brown eyes she’d looked into all day, but not like this. Not with this feeling that something was about to happen. Something that could change everything. Her heart pounded, raced toward whatever that something was. She licked her lips self-consciously under Stephen’s scrutiny. Like he was hungry. Starved.
Stephen leaned in. Closer and closer as if in slow motion, until his lips hovered a breath from hers. His fingers slid through the hair at the side of her face.
“Hannah.”
Just her name, and it was terrifying and magical, and before she had time to process the enormity of it, he kissed her. His lips were soft and firm and every cell in her body tuned in to that single spot where their lips met. She didn’t know what to do next, but it didn’t matter.
He took full control, sliding his tongue along the seam and pressing until she let him in. Their tongues touched, tentatively at first, and she tasted him, sweet and hot. Filled with a wonderful floaty feeling, her hands came up to his chest. Her fingers clutched at his shirt and his tightened in her hair as he angled her face, kissed her deeper, until she was dizzy with it.
She had no idea how much time passed before his lips left hers, only that they did and she wanted them back. Applause erupted and for a second she assumed it was universal excitement over her first kiss and she wanted to join in. But as she slowly came back to herself, she realized the band was saying good night, the audience showing their appreciation.
Her eyes finally fluttered open and Stephen was there, a big smile on his gorgeous face like he’d been waiting.
He hooked a strand of hair behind her ear. “So damn sweet.”
She stared, heart still racing. “It’s the chocolate.”
“No. It’s you.” He dipped his head again. “It’s definitely you.”
Chapter 13
Dear God, watching her eat that ice cream had nearly killed him. Not kissing her hadn’t been an option. Stephen took her hand as they moved through the parking lot, ending their night. He couldn’t imagine anything sweeter than Hannah’s mouth, but her small fingers curled into his shirt, the tiny sound of surprise when his mouth covered hers…pretty damn close.
She’d kissed him like she’d never been kissed before, uncertain and innocent, but so hot he could have gone on all night. Still could, he thought, as they reached her car.
Her 4Runner was parked close to the entrance and under a light. Good for her. He wanted her thinking, safe and smart. Though he didn’t like the apprehension he felt growing in her the farther they got from the crowd.