Cutter seemed distracted following the movement of his thumb on her mouth.“You won’t be.Not forever.”He took a shaky breath.“There are times when I wish—”
She was barely breathing now.“Wish what?”
His thumb skimmed the new glow on her cheek.
“What, Cutter?”
“There are times—” he faltered, brought his thumb all the way around her cheek to her jaw, then went on in a smoky tone, “times when I wish I could take you away someplace where it wouldn’t matter who you were or who I was—” His voice broke off, but his eyes stayed on her mouth.
Pam had kissed and been kissed before.But she’d never felt the sudden need for both that she felt then.
Cutter stepped back.
Grabbing his hand before it reached his side, she carried it to her mouth and held tight.Her eyes were wide and pleading.
But he shook his head.
“Why not?”she whispered.
“I won’t start something I can’t finish.”
“You can finish it.”
He squeezed his eyes shut.“No.”
“You can, Cutter.I want you to.”
“You don’t know what you want.”
“I want you to kiss me.”
His eyes came open, dark and dangerous.“I want to do more than that.”
“Youcan.”
Suddenly his hands were against her scalp, immobilizing her head while his heat immobilized her body.“Listen to me, Pam.We’re not playing games here.Making love is serious business.”
“I know.Lots of my friends have—”
“Have you?”
“With the guys at home?No way!”
“So you’re a virgin.”
“I want to do it with you.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“No!”
“It’s okay, really it is.”
“No!”He took a breath.“No.And if you can’t accept that, we won’t be able to see each other.Is that what you want?”
She felt teary.“You know it isn’t.”