Hal Perrine and Reva are immediately attracted to one another and it's all they can do not to hop right into bed. The desire is there, but they both realize that it's a bad idea, for a variety of reasons. However, that doesn't stop them from getting cozy. Hal takes Reva to dinner with his friends, Morgan and Tanya, at his favorite restaurant, where she meets members of her favorite band. The frontman, Cullen, hits on her.
Hal
came back from the restroom to see Cullen leap back on stage.
"Was
he making a pass at you?" he asked Reva.
"Just
a pass?" Morgan scoffed. "Cullen never makes a pass, he
makes an entire offensive play looking to score. He doesn't know what
a pass is, he goes in for a touchdown."
"Are
we done with the football analogies," Tanya asked in an
exasperated tone. "Let Reva answer for herself, Morgan."
"He
was," I told Hal honestly. "But I asked if I could sample
the goods before I wrote you off completely. He was very amenable."
"That's
because Cullen is convinced he's irresistible."
I
leaned over, speaking quietly to him. He looked very upset that
Cullen had been hitting on me. What I saw as playful banter, he saw
as a serious play for me.
"He
would be, if I hadn't met you first." I took his hand in both
mine, squeezing gently.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Hal,
has Reva seen the dock yet?"
"No,
Morgan, I don't believe she has."
"Why
don't you show her the dock, Hal? There's a lovely view of the river
from there."
"Thanks,
Morph. I will." He gave me a hand up.
We
walked slowly out to the dock. It was getting chilly on the water. I
was glad of my long pants and sweater. It was indeed beautiful on the
dock. A light wind blew the sounds of the restaurant away from us.
The moon glittered on the slowly undulating river, shimmering with
the movement of the water. Not quite full, it shone like a huge,
silver disk.
Hal
put his arms around me as we leaned against the end of the dock. I
shivered slightly, though I wasn't very cold. I think it was more of
an anticipatory shiver than it was a chill.
"Sorry
for how I reacted in there. I've lost more than a couple women to
Cullen over the years. He doesn't do it on purpose. I guess a rock
star is more exciting than a doctor."
"He's
definitely cute," I said, rubbing it in a little. "But
you're gorgeous." I let that sink in a moment, gazing into his
golden eyes.
"Reva,
I. . . ." His lips met mine before he finished what he was
saying.
His
kiss was full of promises. With each passing moment, I knew he would
fulfill every one and make more. It was rich and sensual, bathed in
dark chocolate and whipped cream. I smiled at that thought,
remembering long forgotten fantasies of my youth. I knew, at that
moment, if I told Hal those silly, girlish dreams he would do his
best to make them come true.
"Did
you mean what you said?" He asked quietly, his voice husky.
"Which
thing did I say?" I didn't want to talk. I wanted to keep
kissing him.
"About
sampling the goods."
I
took his lower lip in my teeth, nibbling gently. "What do you
think, Doctor Hal?"
"I
think that's a yes." He chuckled, kissing me again. Hal stopped
suddenly, looking thoughtful. "Cosmo would kill me if I did
anything to jeopardize your recovery." He looked upset, his
doctor's training overriding his manly urges.
"How
is kissing me going to harm my recovery, Doctor Hal?"
"Because
I don't want to just kiss you," he told me with flat honesty.
"And it wouldn't be a good idea to participate in a full contact
sport right now."
"Sex
isn't a full contact sport, Hal."
He
laughed deep in his chest, the seductive tone back in his voice. "It
is the way I do it." He winked and kissed me again. "Besides.
. . ." He let his lips trail down my neck. "If I took you
to bed right now, you'd think I was a player."
I
considered that a moment. He was right, I would think that. "Then
you need to charm and romance me first."
"I
can do that," he conceded. "I'm pretty good at the charm
and romance." He let his lips linger on mine, just barely
touching. "It's the long term commitment I have to work on. But
I'm ready to do that now." He sighed contentedly.
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