Someone Like You. Shirley Hailstock

      “You’ll think about the pact?” he asked.

      Teddy nodded. “I promise.” She smiled, then surprised herself by adding, “We could talk more about it sometime.” She hesitated, and that was unlike her. “After the markets close, maybe.”

      “We need to know more about each other,” he agreed.

      She nodded.

      “While you’re thinking, here’s something to help you along.”

      Before Teddy knew what he was going to do, he leaned toward her, and she couldn’t help but lean into him. Her head tipped up and her heels came off the floor at the same time. His mouth hovered over hers. He took her face in his hands, first one hand, then the other, cradling her. She took in his scent. Images swam before her eyes. She closed them as emotions burned within her. Intense heat flashed through her until she was sure she was glowing yellow. His mouth settled on hers. Easy. He didn’t rush or plunge. His fingers threaded through her hair, combing it with ease as if he savored the texture and feel of the dark strands. Palms slid across her shoulders and with slow, caressing movements skimmed over her arms and sides before wrapping around her waist. He pulled her against him possessively, his mouth mirroring the actions of his body. She felt the fire of his hands searing her suit fabric.

      Teddy had been kissed before, but never like this, never with this tenderness, this softness that was as unnerving as if he were devouring her.