Ill Take Forever

moved to her teeth, then thrust boldly into the moist sweetness, teasing her tongue, inviting it to invade his mouth. His touch was arousing, exciting, enticing.
    Jenny felt rocked to her heels. The warm feel of Kyle's body was a delight, his arm strong, his mouth wreaking sweet havoc on hers, his chest solid against the softness of her breasts. She stood quietly for a moment, then returned the kiss with great enthusiasm. Remembering suddenly the last kiss they had shared, she stopped, drew back.
    'Another perk, Kyle?'
    His arm dropped, as his eyes took on a wicked glint. 'Of course!'
    'Brownley didn't explain that part of the job,' she retorted.
    He roared with laughter, his face open with the delight her comment caused, his eyes warm with amusement. He reached over to her again, taking her chin, and dropping a light kiss on her mouth. And another, rubbing his lips against hers.
    'I'll be sure and tell him of his omission next time I see him. George is not the man for you.'
    Who is? she wanted to ask. Instead, Jenny shrugged. 'I don't think he wants to be.' Though some of his comments tonight had made her wonder. 'He's just being neighborly. I think you'll like his place. It's modern and trendy, without being too outlandish.'
    'You should be around traditional things, not chrome and glass.'
    Jenny frowned. Did he think she was old-fashioned? She opened her mouth to deny the charge, when Kyle tilted her head again, his lips brushing lightly against hers.
    Jenny's heart began a slow, heavy beat as the tingling touch of his mouth brought her awake, alert, uncertain.
    'Dinner was nice.' He kissed her again, his lips warm and firm. 'Dessert was nice.' Again the warm pressure. 'You're nice.'
    His mouth covered hers, moving against her lips, the moist tip of his tongue tantalizing the softness of her lips. Involuntarily, Jenny relaxed and opened her mouth a little, caught up in the sweetness of his touch. She held her breath as he ran his tongue against the soft fleshy inner lip, against her pearly teeth, around her lips again. She exhaled reluctantly when Kyle raised his head. Slowly she opened her eyes, blinking in the brightness of the light.
    Kyle's fingers moved to her throat, caressing softly, then to her shoulders.
    'Goodnight, Jenny, sleep well.'
    She nodded, afraid to trust her voice, then turned and hastened up the stairs, her thoughts in turmoil.
    She didn't even try for coherent order until she was beneath her sheets.
    Lying in the still night, she reviewed the evening: George's surprising endearment, Kyle's allusions. Kyle's goodnight kisses. His touch was exciting, his casual approach hard to figure out. Was he really just whiling away the time while on assignment, or was there anything more to his actions?
    She turned over, trying for sleep, only to have new thoughts spring to the front of her mind. Wishing she had heard the answer to her mother's question, she wondered whether, even if she had, it would tell her anything? If his cover dictated he not be married, that was what he'd say, no matter if it was true or not.
    But a married man wouldn't be kissing a woman he hardly knew, would he? Even as a perk?
    Why not? her mind jeered. He probably considered it a light dalliance, a mild flirtation—as he had said, only a perk of the job. Jenny didn't like the thought, yet it persisted. She knew she had lived a rather sheltered life. Johnny had been her first and only lover. He had been faithful to her and she to him since they started dating.
    What would Johnny think if he could see her tonight? She felt disloyal and guilty at enjoying Kyle's kisses. She turned over on her back, gazing into the inky darkness. Rationally, she knew she was free to do what she wished. Johnny was gone, never to come back. Still, she had loved him all her life, never looked at another man. Until now.
    Kyle was fascinating, intriguing. But not for her, if he believed in casual sex, casual relationships.
    Jenny made a face in distaste. A casual relationship would never work for her, nor for anyone she would want to marry again, should she ever wish to do so. But did Kyle approach things that way?
    She remembered how he had ruthlessly broken into her house last winter, with no thought of her fright or of any inconvenience it might have brought her. Was he equally ruthless in his own private life? Did he subjugate everything to the job, taking his pleasures where he could find them, moving on when the next job came up? Or did he have a