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“Are you crazy? We’re not going anywhere.”
“Then I’m going to kiss you again, right here. We couldn’t stop at a kiss before. There’s no reason this time should be any different.” He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her against him.
She felt an answering jolt of heat. “Daniel, stop. We can’t do this here.”
“You’re not giving me much choice.” He rubbed against her, hard, and she nearly cried out at the sweet agony of it.
“No. I meant we can’t do this at all. This is wrong.”
“There was nothing wrong a few minutes ago, when your body shook with pleasure. Or when you wrapped your lips around my cock and gave me the sweetest head imaginable.” The raw sensuality in his voice slipped straight into her belly and bounced around, causing sharp stabs of longing.
He was right. There was nothing wrong a few minutes ago. But now, in the stark reality of the moment, everything was wrong.
Panic set in as he dipped his head to kiss her again. She couldn’t do this with Daniel. Wouldn’t.
“No.” This time she was more forceful. “I don’t want this.”
His reaction was immediate. He dropped his arms and stepped away from her, his posture tense and face unreadable.
Her body cried out in protest.
“Danny, please don’t be angry.” She had to salvage the situation, make everything okay between them. “We can’t go there. Not you and me. We can’t take our friendship to that place. We’d be walking through a minefield.”
The responsible and cautious part of her mind was back, along with rational thought. Her logic was correct. Further physical intimacy with Daniel was out of the question. It would ruin their friendship. It might have done so already. “I’m terrified of losing you. Please,” she begged him. “Please don’t be angry.”
“Anger would hardly describe how I’m feeling.”
Amy inhaled deeply, knowing exactly how he felt. Sated, sexy, and stunned—exactly how she felt. She reached out to touch and comfort him but thought better of it. Touching him would only ignite a fresh spark between them. Instead, she ran her hand through her hair.
“Look, let’s forget this happened. Let’s go back inside and—”
“You want to forget about this? Forget that five minutes ago you were writhing in my arms, climaxing on my hand? Forget that you gave me a blowjob? That’s a joke.” There was no trace of humor in his voice, just barely controlled fury.
A fresh wave of horror washed over Amy. They were right outside the gallery, and she’d given him a blowjob.
Daniel zipped his pants and tucked his shirt back in. It lay disheveled and uneven against his waist. Even in this light, he looked untidy and out of sorts. She could only guess how she looked. Her hair must be a mess; her lips felt swollen. Her body still quivered in the aftermath of her pleasure. Heat burned in her cheeks, and she knew they must be filled with color.
She reached over and straightened Daniel’s shirt, tucking in a loose corner.
“Christ, Morgan,” he rasped. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
Amy jumped back. “I…I’m sorry. I’m not thinking straight.”
“Neither of us is.” His tone was gentler now. “Come on. Let’s go back inside. It’s not doing either of us any good being out here alone. We can continue this…conversation another time.”
He picked up his jacket and put it on. Touching her elbow, he led her slowly to the door. As he pulled the door open, warm air and soft music hit her square in the face, and the full force of her panic assailed her again. Her lungs flailed and the breath caught in her throat. A single wall was all that had separated them from dozens of people. She’d lost control, given herself completely to the moment and to the passion—and anybody could have seen.
How would she ever get past this indiscretion? Could she ever look Daniel in the eye again without thinking about tonight? Of the incredible, illicit passion they’d shared?
Even as the last tingles of fading bliss shivered through her abdomen, Amy seriously doubted it.