Inhaled her.

She was so stunned she couldn’t think. Her was spinning in a thousand different directions. Why was this staid, straight-laced bodyguard suddenly kissing her.

She liked it, though. She liked it a lot.

His demanding lips took possession of hers. Callie’s natural impulse was to push Luke away, to deny the powerful pull. His lips scared her that much.

But the wild, wicked side she spent so many years cultivating could not resist the temptation. The Midnight Ryder who whispered suggestive sex tips every night on the radio wasn’t about to wrench her mouth from his. Not when he was kissing her like this.

On the contrary, the Midnight Ryder wanted nothing more than to grab him by the collar, lead him off to some darkened recess and jump his handsome bones. Captured in his embrace, Callie felt her entire body grow warm. She felt as if she was sliding, melting. Her senses yearned for what his lips promised.

Sex and lots of it.

Her pulse fluttered. Her surroundings, including the curious on-lookers, were forgotten as she was swept into the taste of him.

She felt the sharp poke of his erection pressing hard against her thigh and a thrust of dizziness nearly took her knees out from under her. He was long, thick and hard, no secrets on that score. Those extra large condoms would most certainly be a nice fit. She thought of them both naked. Imagined him inside her, filling her up.

Her fingers curled around his bicep and she clung to him, afraid if she let go she would stumble and fall.

He was at once volatile and steady. His inner core unshakeable. She could feel it in the calm way his hands held her but his mouth was an inferno, explosive, hazardous, unstoppable.

His paradox appealed to Callie. For a lot of years, she’d acted one way on the outside, feeling another on the inside. She understood what it was like to have two masters driving you in opposite directions at once.

Hold back.

Plunge ahead.

Caution. Slow down.

Go, go, go.

He bit her gently and she almost yelped. Not because he’d hurt her, but because his boldness took her by surprise. Had she ever in her life been this turned on?

If she had, she couldn’t remember when. And that was saying something considering the suggestive nature of her job; Callie got turned on quite often.

His mouth was alive, kissing, nibbling, suckling her in a way only a devoted lover could. He wanted her. That much was clear. Yet at the center of his desire, she sensed hesitation. His body ached for hers, but his stubborn mind still resisted.

She opened her eyes and saw he was peering down at her. She boldly met his gaze, challenging him, daring him to back away. Come on, you started this. Finish what you began, solider.

That did it.

His pride and his lust won out. He was a man after all and he’d been too long without this. She could taste the urgency on his tongue, feel it transfer through his very skin from him to her and she caught the fever.

More, more.

She drank him in. His essence like the richest, rarest liquid on earth. She would have some kind of fodder for her radio show when this tour was over. New topic of discussion---let’s see, the sensuous power of public displays of affection maybe?

Nah. Too wordy. She’d need something snappier, shorter, more . . .