A tall shadow separated itself from the wall outside the door, and moved toward Cherry.
“Well hello, Cerise,” Mac drawled.
“What does it take to get rid of you?” Her heart jack hammered as he drew closer. God, he looks good enough to eat. Her face flushed, and she realized she was licking her lips. Don’t go there, Cherry. Not with this one.
“You can’t get rid of me.” Resting his hands on the arms of her chair, he leaned down until his face was inches from her own. “I want you, Cerise.” His voice was rough, catching on his words as though he wasn’t sure he should say them. His eyes caught hers for a moment, and then his lips were on hers. He was tender, caressing her lips with his, tasting her with the tip of his tongue. He smelled like soap and the outdoors, and he tasted a little like coffee. Her lips were eager. She cursed them as traitors, but that was the last flotsam of thought as his tongue pressed gently into her mouth, and she was cast adrift on a sea of sensation.