Ill Take Forever

like that. Then he talked about Nate. Remember I told you I didn't think they were friends? Well, tonight he was repeating things Nate had told him.'
    'You said they knew each other. Maybe they just met in town and talked.'
    'Nate told him about meeting us the other day on the mountain. You don't just bring up things like that to casual acquaintances, do you?'
    Kyle was silent a moment, then shook his head.
    'So, what are you suggesting?' he asked.
    'I don't know,' she said. 'Just an interesting connection, don't you think?'
    'Yeah.' Kyle reached for her hand, lacing his fingers through hers and raising their hands to his lips, lightly touching each of her fingertips. 'Not as interesting as you, though.'
    Jenny's hand tingled. The touch of his mouth on her fingers caused more feeling in her whole body than George's kiss had. The feel of Kyle's hard palm against hers was distracting, so that she couldn't concentrate.
    'I think I'll try a new tactic,' he murmured, looking directly at her.
    'A new tactic?' Jenny said softly, conscious of his thumb gently rubbing the back of her hand. She opened her mouth a little to draw in air; she had trouble breathing, her stomach was filled with butterflies. Her eyes moved to his mouth, drawn there irresistibly.
    Would Kyle kiss her again? The touch of his hand alone evoked emotions and feelings within her that being with George had never approached. She longed to feel his mouth on hers again.
    'Where did you go for dinner?' Kyle asked, putting his feet up on the coffee table, resting their linked hands on his muscular thigh as he leaned back, his thumb still gently rubbing her soft skin.
    Jenny found it hard to remember. 'We went to Lake Tahoe, The Silver Moon, right on the lake.'
    'I'm glad you didn't stay late.'
    'Well, we ate, then drove back.' What more should she have expected?
    'He didn't want to come in? Or didn't you ask him?'
    'I did, but he said another time.' Jenny experimentally tried pulling back her hand, but he held it fast. 'Do you think it suspicious that George kept asking questions about you?'
    'Do you?'
    'Yes, I do. George isn't the type to ask questions like that ordinarily.' She was silent for a long moment, thinking, turning things over in her mind. ‘At least I don’t think so. I don’t know him that well. But the other evenings we’ve gone out he didn’t ask so many questions.’
    'Do you think he could be involved in the marijuana field?' Kyle asked.
    ‘No! Good heavens you suspect everyone.’
    ‘Not you.’
    ‘George and his family have lived here for generations. He has a boatload of money, no need to do drugs.’
    Kyle shrugged. 'Right now almost anyone could be involved, or no one we've seen.'
    Jenny was silent a minute, praying it was someone she didn't know. She didn't want anyone in Palmer to be involved. She realized it was wishful thinking on her part, that things didn't always turn out the way someone wanted. Wishing didn't make it so.
    She looked up at him when he tugged gently at her hand. His other hand came up to her neck, his fingers warm and caressing, tangling in the soft hair at her neckline. Slowly Kyle pulled her to him until they were only inches apart.
    'I want you, Jenny,' he said softly, his eyes warm, gazing deep into hers, dark and hungry.
    She stiffened and would have pulled back, but his hand was firm against her neck.
    'Maybe not tonight or even tomorrow. But soon, sweetheart, we’re going to stop this ache I have for you.’
    Her heart lurched with his words. For one sweet moment Jenny let her imagination run riot. To envisage lying with Kyle in a bed, feeling his skin against hers, legs tangled, his hands giving them both hours of pleasure. Kisses and caresses throughout the night.
    She grew warm with the thought, the longing almost tangible. Then she shook her head to deny the dream, to deny him. To deny herself.
    'Oh, yes, sweet Jenny, before I go.'
    He brought his lips to hers, shifted on the sofa and released her hand to take her in his arms.
    Whatever George had lacked, Kyle didn't. His mouth brought Jenny alive, his lips against hers seemed to light up her entire body, his tongue igniting the flame that consumed her. Her bones seemed to dissolve and turn to molten fire. Sensations never felt swept through and lifted her to heights only dreamed of.
    She reached to encircle his neck, bringing her soft breasts against his rock-hard chest, moving against him as she felt her breasts swell, grow firm. Kyle pulled