Spontaneous - Brenda Jackson [24]
Kim breathed in deeply, wondering who she was fooling. It was beginning to become a big deal. There was something about this affair with Duan that was different. Emotions were starting to come into play, at least on her end, and she never let emotions creep into any of her relationships. There was no place for them.
And as she got closer to where he stood, she didn’t want to analyze what those strange feelings were about. The only thing she wanted to do was concentrate on him. He was wearing a polo shirt and a pair of khaki pants and he looked good. Instinctively, she walked into his open arms and a part of her wished all those drooling women took notice.
“Good seeing you again, Kim,” he murmured, brushing a kiss across her temple.
The moment his lips touched her skin, Kim felt the muscles in her belly tighten. He pulled her closer and she melted into him easily. Already he was hard and erect. She tilted her head and looked up at him. There was never any other way with them. Their desire for each other was spontaneous. They saw; they wanted.
“That was just a public kiss,” he whispered. “I’m going to give you a very private one later when we’re alone.”
She smiled. “I can’t wait. And speaking of waiting, have you been here long?”
He shrugged as he released her and took her hand. “This is a busy airport so I figured it was best to arrive early. There are a couple of eating places around here if you’re hungry. We have a couple of hours before our flight leaves.”
“No, I’m fine. What about you?”
That elicited a laugh. “I could use something else but will settle for a cup of coffee.”
She had an idea what he meant. “Okay.”
He took her hand and led her toward the food court. He glanced over at her. “You look cute.”
“Thanks.”
She had deliberately worn this outfit, a short denim skirt and a green tank top with spaghetti straps. She hadn’t missed the way he’d scanned her appreciatively from head to toe.
She followed him to an empty table and a waitress came to take Duan’s coffee order. Before the woman left he glanced over at her. “You sure you don’t want anything?”
“Um, I would like some vanilla ice cream.”
He lifted a brow after the waitress walked off. “Ice cream? This early?”
She laughed. “It’s not that early, Duan.” She checked her watch. “In fact, it’s a few minutes past ten. I love ice cream and I’m known to eat it for breakfast. It used to drive Sherri crazy.”
He smiled. “I bet. And before I forget, give me your left hand.”
Instinctively she did as he asked and watched him pull a small jewelry box out of his shirt pocket. He placed it on the table beside her and opened it up.
“Wow! It’s beautiful, Duan.” And she meant it. The ring was dazzling. “And this was your grandmother’s?”
“Yes,” he said, taking it out of the box and sliding it onto her ring finger. It was a perfect fit and she watched in surprise as he lifted her hands and kissed her knuckles.
“When she died she left it for me since I was her oldest grandson,” he said, releasing her. “However, since I have no plan to ever marry I thought about giving it to Terrence, but Dad figured I should keep it anyway since it was left to me. I think she felt bad for the way her daughter turned out.”
Kim fluttered her fingers, admiring the ring Duan had just placed on it. “Well, regardless, I think it’s beautiful and—”
“Oh, my goodness! Did the two of you just get engaged?”
Both Kim and Duan glanced up at their waitress. She was standing there holding a coffee in one hand and a cup of vanilla ice cream in the other, a delighted look on her face.
Kim opened her mouth to answer but Duan beat her to the punch. “Yes, we did.”
“Congratulations!” the woman exclaimed. “That’s wonderful and it’s a beautiful ring.”
A huge smile spread over Duan’s face. “Thanks.”
He glanced expectantly at Kim. She then caught on to what he was doing and smiled up at the woman. “Yes. Thanks.”
The waitress placed the coffee in front of Duan and gave Kim her ice cream. She gave both of them another huge smile before leaving.