Back in Black by Lori Foster

her so that she felt all of him—and so that he could feel her.
    Her breasts were on the small side, but so rounded and firm that he had to struggle not to touch her there. Even through her bra and sweater, he felt the stiffening of her nipples, and it tested his resolve in a big way.
    She tipped her hips in against him, curled her fingers in his hair, and the perfect fit made his heartbeat heavy. Audrey was small and delicate and so soft and sweet, he wanted to take her right here, right now.
    When he teased her mouth with his tongue, she opened for him, even turned her head a little to accommodate the deepening kiss. Hot with both need and frustration, Brett groaned.
    Never had he expected this.
    Hell, he’d been hoping to steal a real kiss when he took her home. If he got to take her home. But to have her initiate things right here in the middle of the bar . . .
    Before he got any more carried away, he slowed things down, easing away from her by small degrees, kissing her jaw, beneath her ear, and then pressing her head to his shoulder so they could both catch their breath.
    Her hands clenched in his shirt and he could feel her heartbeat galloping.
    “Damn, woman.” He kissed her temple, and wanted to go on kissing her. But now, here, wasn’t the time or place, especially since he teetered so close to a boner. “Hell of a nice surprise.”
    Stiffening, Audrey put her forehead to his sternum. He could feel her shaking and, hoping to soothe her, he coasted his hands up and down her narrow back.
    “I’m sorry.”
    Brett did a double take. “What’s that?”
    She levered back to look up at him. Expression stricken, cheeks hot with color, she cleared her throat. “I said I’m sorry. I was out of line.”
    Was she kidding him? One side of Brett’s mouth kicked up. “Honey, you don’t hear me complaining.”
    “But . . . but I’m giving you the wrong impression.”
    The impression he got was that she wanted him almost as much as he wanted her. “Yeah? How so?” Brett couldn’t wait to hear what she had to say. By the second, this got more interesting.
    “I’m not that . . . that easy.”
    Already knowing that, he shrugged. “Never said you were.” She appeared so distraught, Brett wanted to get her alone and someplace quiet. Unfortunately, no such place existed in the bar.
    Brett touched her chin and lifted her face. “It was just a kiss, Audrey. One hell of a kiss, but still . . .” He grinned.
    “It’s just that . . . well, ever since I agreed to meet you here, I’ve been thinking about this.” She bit her bottom lip. “About kissing you, I mean.”
    Good to know. “Me, too.”
    Skeptical, she frowned a little. “Really?”
    Hadn’t he been plain enough yet? “Hell yeah. I’ve thought about kissing you, and a whole lot more.”
    Groaning, she covered her face. “But that’s just it. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that because I’m not going to do . . . well, a whole lot more .”
    She was so damn cute. Charmed, Brett cupped a hand around her neck beneath that adorable ponytail. “Don’t sweat it, Audrey. I’m not a guy who pushes, okay?”
    Gasping, she dropped her hands to stare at him. “But that’s all you’ve done is push!”
    True enough. Brett couldn’t help but laugh at her outrage. “Yeah, to get to know you, sure. But I meant I wouldn’t push you for sex.” Hard as it’d be—in the literal sense—he meant what he said. For him, no meant no, period. “You want to kiss, we’ll kiss. You know I enjoyed it. A lot. But anytime you call it quits, we’re done. Got it?”
    Still she hesitated.
    “Look, I don’t want you to be afraid to kiss me, or touch me, or do whatever you want. I’ll go on record right now as saying an enthusiastic Hell yes .”
    She blushed at his sincerity.
    “But it’s up to you, Audrey. Always. Deal?”
    After a second or two, she nodded. “Thank you for understanding. Believe me, I normally don’t go around attacking men.”
    He bent his