The Scale (Martha's Way) by Mika Jolie Read Free Book Online Page A

thumb over the bottom of her lip, gently stroking
the outline.
    Once again, she was drawn to his eyes, shocked by the raw
sexual desire in them. A stranger who had openly accepted a kiss from another
woman a few hours before, yet here she was allowing herself to believe that he
might actually want her as he claimed. Now was the time to run.
    “So beautiful,” he whispered and then the space between them
ceased to exist. His faded jeans brushed against her legs, sending warm,
unfamiliar sensations down her backbone. Before she could analyze the situation
any further and conjure a plan of escape, he was kissing her. Their bodies
touched, making her quiver with an unfamiliar need.
    The kiss was so soft at first Minka wondered if that was
what it felt like to be touched by a butterfly. Their lips parted but remained
inches away from each other. Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto
his.
    “So sweet,” he whispered, his
breath hot against her face.
    Then he kissed her again, a little harder this time,
silently asking for permission to invade her universe. Her lips parted in response,
giving him full access to her world.
    She needed to process what was happening. Then again, her
mind was in a fog, any ability to think clearly gone. Therefore, when her mouth
parted to allow his tongue to slide inside, touching her tongue, caressing the
corners of her lips, Minka decided for once she wasn’t going to think too much.
    One of his arms wrapped around her waist as his other hand touched
her face. Quickly, his body was gently pushing her back against the wall
adjacent to the bathroom door. He removed his hand from her face and planted them
both on the wall over her head.
    The whole thing felt surreal. She was tangled in a
passionate kiss with a complete stranger and it felt good. So good that when
she slipped her arms around his neck and heard him groan deep in his throat,
she couldn’t help but pull him closer.
    Her sexual experience was limited, but she’d been kissed
before. Not by many men, but enough to know when a kiss was intimate, to know
that a good kiss was sensual, passionate. As he used his tongue to gently lick
her lips, caressing her tongue and inner mouth, Minka had never been rocked so
hard. It invigorated her senses and made her dizzy at the same time. She wanted
more. Before she could put her thoughts into action, he slowly pulled away.
    What just happened? Panic quickly settled. Oh God! Did he suddenly realize she
wasn’t the tiny brunette who’d kissed him earlier? Her insecurities crawling to
the surface, Minka quickly crossed her arms over her chest. She closed him out,
preparing herself for the worst.
    Then he smiled. That same laid-back, sexy smile she had seen
several times during the night.

 
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    The situation was equally intense for Jason; it shook his
very core. Having prided himself on always maintaining his composure and
laid-back attitude, he was thrown off-guard by the overwhelming desire to kiss
her; a woman he’d never met until yesterday when she fainted in his arms. Yes,
she was beautiful, but he was accustomed to being with beautiful women. Not one
of them had ever produced such a strong effect.
    And all it took for him to unravel was a kiss. Who knew a
kiss could be so explosive and make him seek that deep physical connection that
left one breathless, exhausted and satisfied.
    He’d never thought much of the act before. For him, the
physical contact had always been the beginning to something greater. Sex.
    Jason sensed he was slipping. He had kissed many women in
his lifetime. Some good, some decent and some so-so, but the instant his lips
touched hers the connection sent a raging sensation through the crux of his
body. If only for a second, he was taken aback by this unfamiliar feeling. He
chose not to dwell on it. He wasn’t one to over-examine a situation, at least
not anymore. He had made a decision five years ago to live his life based on
impulse, just as this