Читать книгу Touched By Fire - Elizabeth Sinclair - Страница 9

Sam held her breath in anticipation of a repeat of the wild rush of desire she’d experienced the last time A.J. had kissed her. Though she tried to clear her mind and fight him, she was failing miserably. His warm breath heated her skin. His aftershave drugged her senses, willing her to surrender herself to this man who had become far too important in her life.

His mouth was coming closer. Sam’s blood pressure skyrocketed.

“Wait!”

Sam and A.J. sprang apart like two teenagers caught necking in the back of the classroom.

For a moment, Sam’s blurry mind thought the interruption had come from her, but then it registered that it wasn’t her voice. Rachel had broken the spell. Thankfully, A.J. moved in front of her, giving her a few seconds to clear the cotton wool of passion from her wayward senses before facing her friend.

Once she had the sexual magnetism under control, or as under control as she could get it with A.J. so close, Sam stepped around him and saw Rachel standing on the front porch, a knowing smile curving her lips. Damn her! Sam promised herself a long talk with her matchmaking friend the next day. This whole thing with A.J. was hard enough without Rachel’s interference.

“Sorry.” Sam knew Rachel wasn’t sorry at all. Her expression was one of pure delight. “I just wanted to remind you, Sam, that you still need to get a date for the burn unit ball next Saturday. You, too, A.J.,” she added, emphasizing too.

As if Sam could forget with Rachel calling it to her attention daily. “I know. I’ll take care of it.”