Snowbound - Harlequin.com

JANICE KAY JOHNSON 139
This sound was definitely a groan. Between one
instant and the next, the kiss changed from tentative to
wild, hungry, frantic. One of his hands gripped her
buttock and lifted her against him as his mouth ravaged
hers. Her thoughts blurred, only one having definition:
this was why she’d followed him out onto the porch.
She’d kept pushing so that he would kiss her.
He was the one to break it off. When he lifted his
mouth from hers, Fiona sucked in a breath that she’d
forgotten she needed.
John sounded hoarse. “The kids’ll come looking for
us.”
The kids. She’d forgotten them. Oh Lord, she
thought, stunned. If John had ripped off her clothes, she
would have let him despite the cold, despite the teenagers
just inside. What if Willow had opened the door
and seen them fall apart in confusion and guilt?
“Yes.” She tried to pull herself together. “I’d better
go back in.”
Did she look as if she’d just been passionately
kissed? Or would the teenagers assume her cheeks were
red from the cold?
What made her think they’d even look at her?
His hands fell away from her. “We’ll both go in.”
“Yes. Okay.” Somehow her arms had come to be
hanging at her sides. She sounded shell-shocked, then
scrambled in her mind for another word. The irony was
too great. She had no real idea what it was like to be
shell-shocked. What she was, was overwhelmed, caught
off guard. Jolted.