Dream Lover by Nicola Peterson

she could stop him his lips were on hers, and she knew even before his lips touched hers his kiss was going to be something special. And it was, so she ignored the warning voice in her head and encouraged his mouth against her own. Quinn felt a moment’s disappointment when his lips left hers but only for an instant because then she sighed as he started to kiss her throat and neck then slowly toward her ear where he murmured soft breathy words. She turned her face toward him for another of his devastating kisses; there was something strangely familiar about his kiss, like the way he ran the tip of his tongue across her lips before sliding gently into her mouth. Even the taste of his skin and the way he held her she recognised. When he deepened his kiss any attempts to recall who had kissed her this way were scattered to the wind. But deep down inside some sixth sense told her; only Maxwell Cordell kissed her this way. Her heart beat hard against her ribs, a million voices in her head called out to ask her ‘what the hell are you doing?’ Quinn closed her ears to the sensible side of herself, lifted her hand and ran her fingers through his thick dark hair.
    ‘Max,’ she murmured softly when he ran his hand down her body moulding her closer to his own, she was sure he had forgotten they were in a public place.
    ‘Of course,’ he released her from the tight hold, ‘we should go,’ he whispered softly against her throat, but still kissing her one more time, while running his hands through her long soft hair.
    Maxwell wrapped his arm around her shoulders and they started on their way back to their hotel, but every so often when there was no one around he would pull her into his arms and kiss her passionately.
    ‘Max,’ she whispered as she pulled her lips from his, ‘I... I’m not sleeping with you.’ She recognised the desire in his eyes, in his kiss in the way his body pressed against her own.
    ‘That wasn’t why I said we should go,’ he said smoothing down her long hair, ‘it’s late, I wasn’t presuming you would.’
    Quinn was glad it was dark she could feel her face burn with embarrassment; hopefully it was too dark for him to see.
    ‘Sorry I would rather you know... so there’s no miss understanding,’ she looked up into his face she had to know if he was angry with her, to her relief he was smiling, ‘I didn’t mean to presume…’ she finished lamely.
    He was still smiling, ‘No neither did I,’ he wrapped his arm around her shoulders kissed her gently one more time before heading off toward their hotel.
    Quinn declined when he offered her a nightcap, ‘I’ve had a lovely evening thank you,’ they were outside her room now and she was still concerned about what he expected from her.
    ‘Will you have breakfast with me?’ he asked taking her key from her fingers and unlocking her door. He smiled when she nodded, ‘Just one more thing,’ he said pushing her into her room, ‘can I kiss you good night?’
    Quinn stepped into his arms, wrapping her own around his neck, running her fingers through his thick dark hair. If she thought he had kissed her passionately before, those kisses paled into insignificance with the way he kissed her now. He swept her into his arms, moulding her body tightly against his own until there was no part of them that didn’t touch. Sliding his hand down her back until he covered her shapely bottom he held her tightly against his hard arousal.
    She couldn’t have moved if she had wanted too, he held her so firmly, turning her so her back was against the wall he ran his hands down the length of her body. Touching lightly here firmer there, until her legs trembled and she could hardly hold herself upright.
    Maxwell only released his hold when her breath caught and she gave a soft gasp, ‘I’ll give you a call at eight for breakfast,’ he said, as he spoke he took her hand resting it against his chest, she could feel his heart thundering against his chest muscles,