Katherine Garbera - Ready for Her Close-up

She turned back around to face him. Her thick black hair with the headphones on it made her seem smaller somehow. In the intimacy of the chopper, she didn’t seem as tough as she had in the ballroom when first seen her. Her mouth was full, and he couldn’t help but keep his eyes on her lips. He wanted to taste them. He needed to kiss her just to prove to himself that, even though she felt different to him, she wasn’t. He desired her. He knew that, but he wanted it to be just the normal lust he’d feel for any attractive woman.

Somehow though, in these close quarters with just the soft sound of her voice in his ears and her leg brushing his, it felt different. He felt different. He wanted to imagine he could check off all the qualities on her Mr. Right checklist, and he didn’t know why that mattered.

He leaned in close and she just stared at him. The microphone was in front of her face, and he reached to push it up and out of his way. He did the same with his mic, and then touched her face. Her skin was smooth and cool to the touch.

He let his thumb move lower to touch her lips. He traced them: the small indentation at the top and the full, fleshy lower one. Then he closed the small distance between them and kissed her. Just a simple brushing of their mouths at first, and then he slipped his tongue in over her teeth until he tasted her.

He tipped his head to the side; he wanted more of her. The thought that she was just like any other woman disappeared in an instant. This was more than lust. He lifted his hands, tangling them in her thick hair as he tried to get more out of the kiss. Gail’s hands fell to his shoulders, softly at first, and then as she moved closer to him, her grip got tighter.

He pulled back and took a deep breath. She said something, but he couldn’t hear it because her microphone wasn’t in position. He brought it down and she shook her head. “I didn’t expect that.”

“I didn’t either.”

She wrinkled her brow. “You were the one who kissed me.”

“I was trying to prove something to myself.”

“What?”

“That you were like every other woman I’ve ever kissed,” he said.

She narrowed her gaze. “That’s—

“Don’t get your back up. You weren’t. I don’t know why,” he said, genuinely perplexed. One of his good friends had married last year and Russell, while happy for him, hadn’t understood how one woman could be that important. Now he had an inkling of what Cam Stern had been experiencing and Russell didn’t like it for himself.

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” she asked.

“Hell. No, it wasn’t. I don’t know what it was supposed to be. I only know that I have no idea how to proceed with this.”

“Why not?” she asked.

He shook his head. He wasn’t supposed to be this attracted to his match. But his blood was pounding in his veins and he had to shift his legs to make room for his growing erection. He wanted her. He wanted her right now. But that wasn’t going to happen tonight. He needed to ensure that this matchmaking thing worked first, and sleeping with her tonight would pretty much send her running for the hills.

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