13Without even bothering to close the meeting room door, Jim took a small step forward, studying my face, then took my face in his hands and brought his mouth to mine. Almost immediately, I made a soft moan, realizing that not only did I “care” about his lips, contrary to what I’d claimed, but I loved his lips. Soft yet firm, they felt heavenly pressed against mine, and this heavenly feeling was intensified by the fact that I was now breathing in Jim’s masculine, woodsy scent through my nostrils.
Wanting what was happening to last forever, or at least a very long time, I bit back a whimper when Jim pulled his mouth from mine after only a few seconds. “Why? Why you did do that?” Realizing that his brief kiss had jumbled my thoughts to the point that I’d messed up the order of my words, and
