The Man Tamer. Cindi Myers

      There was nothing tentative or hesitant about this kiss. His lips covered hers, staking a claim, sending a rush of feeling through her. Garret kissed the same way he played lacrosse or ate a steak—with his whole focus and great skill. His tongue teased her, sending molten currents through every limb. One hand caressed her shoulder, gently kneading, while the other hand braced against the trunk. She was caught between the cool metal and the hard heat of his body yet she could think of no place she would rather be at the moment.

      She was breathless and light-headed—and very aroused—when he finally broke away. The devilish light in his eyes made her legs even more wobbly. “I should warn you,” he said. “Winning makes me horny.”

      She managed a shaky laugh. “I have a feeling breathing makes you horny,” she said.

      “Only around you.” He inhaled deeply. “I like your perfume.”

      “I’m not wearing perfume.”

      “Even better.” He opened the door and touched her elbow. “Want to come back to my place? Just for coffee.”

      That hadn’t been a just for coffee kiss but she let it slide. Better to go with the flow tonight. “I’d love that.” Even if they really only had coffee, she wanted to see his place. You could tell a lot about a man from his apartment.