CHAPTER EIGHT
Brody’s lips moved over Cara’s as if they’d been made to kiss hers. This was better than any daydream. Tingles shot out, sending pleasurable chills across her skin. Nerve endings danced the tango. Or maybe it was the cha-cha.
He tasted hot and spicy. No doubt from the salsa.
His hands rubbed up and down her back.
Cara rose on her toes to get closer to him.
His kiss had been a total surprise. She had no idea why he’d chosen this moment, but she didn’t care.
Her arms wove around his neck. The ends of his hair tickled her skin.
She’d dreamed about his kiss for years. If her brain wasn’t overwhelmed, she could calculate the exact length of time, but she wanted to enjoy his lips against hers for however long it lasted.
A need grew deep inside her. An ache fueled by the ris
