Just a taste? He wanted a feast. Wanted to move his hands over her curves. Wanted to taste every inch of her.

As suddenly as she’d started the kiss, she pulled away. And he let her go, watching her. Her eyes were wide, her lips swollen, cheeks flushed, her breasts rising and falling harshly with each breath. She pushed a hand through her thoroughly mussed hair.

“I had to…I had to see,” she said, her voice shaky.

“You had to see?” he asked, his own voice roughened by arousal.

“I thought it couldn’t possibly be as good as I imagined. It never is, you know.”

“And?”

“I can’t,” she said simply. “It’s unprofessional.”

“We passed unprofessional a while ago, I think.”

“Yes, okay, we did. But continuing would be…more unprofessional.”

But Aleksei’s kiss had sent a current through her body that had immobilized her with its strength. Had melted her with its heat. She’d meant to close the door on it. Had meant to remind her body that all that physical stuff wasn’t everything it was made out to be.

Except, it had been more. More than she’d imagined and more than it had ever been for her.