Our First Kiss

by Judy Lynn Hubbard

  Kiss by kiss, she’s breaking down all his defenses…

  All Marcy Johnson ever wanted was to share her life with that special someone. And within the city’s pool of eligible men, no one has yet proven himself to be the one for her. The New York stockbroker wonders if she’s destined to remain forever single. Powerhouse D.C. attorney Nathan Carter just might change her mind. But Marcy’s sexy, caring lover is definitely hiding something….

  There’s no room in Nathan’s secret life for a complication like love. If Marcy knew that his law career was just a cover, she’d never trust him again. But the vibrant beauty refuses to give up on him—or their hot romance. When his latest Black Ops mission tears him from Marcy’s arms, Nathan must choose between duty…and the woman whose kiss he desires above all others.

  “It’s customary to seal that wish with a kiss,” she said, as she immediately pressed her mouth to his.

  Once his mouth touched hers and those soft, honeyed folds parted so easily, he couldn’t help diving in. Her lips were quicksand, and he was drowning in them. He pulled her a little closer with the hand that was resting on her waist. He moved his free hand up and entangled it in her luxuriously thick, soft hair as he had longed to do since meeting her. He decided to let himself go a little deeper—for a little while longer.

  When he slightly pushed her away, she weakly clung to his lapels, her eyes wide with wonder and longing. While the kiss was far too brief, at the same time it lasted much too long. He rationalized that he couldn’t afford any emotional involvements, especially not now. Marcy Johnson could quickly become that—if he let her, which was something he must not do.

  “Wow.” Marcy sighed in breathless awe. “That was…” Her voice faded off as words escaped her.

  “Deadly.” Nathan finished for her, his eyes darkening with barely restrained hunger. Somehow, he resisted the urge to feast on her luscious lips again, knowing he would be lost if he did.

  Books by Judy Lynn Hubbard

  Harlequin Kimani Romance

  These Arms of Mine

  Our First Dance

  Our First Kiss

  JUDY LYNN HUBBARD

  is a Texas native who has always been an avid reader—particularly of romance. Judy loves well-written, engaging stories with characters she can identify with, empathize with and root for. When writing, she honestly can’t wait to see what happens next; she knows if she feels that way, she’s created characters and a story that readers will thoroughly enjoy, and that’s her ultimate goal.

  Dear Reader,

  I am pleased to present the sequel to Our First Dance, Our First Kiss, chronicling Marcy Johnson and Nathan Carter’s love story. These two wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote their story—especially Marcy; she’s very headstrong and tenacious, a fact the secretive Nathan quickly realizes. I love strong female characters like Marcy and the men who have their hands full trying to handle them. How about you?

  I’ve had many requests for Nicole Carter’s story and you know I can’t disappoint you. I completed Our First Kiss, I started outlining Nicole and Alexander’s book, which will take us into the world of high fashion in Paris, France.

  I hope you enjoy reading Our First Kiss as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please let me know what you think.

  Happy reading!

  Judy Lynn Hubbard

  www.JudyLynnHubbard.com

  Twitter: @JudyLynnHubbard

  To my brother, Randy, a man of few words,

  but many kind deeds who always gives unselfishly of himself.

  You’ve always been the best brother a sister could wish for

  and I love you, always.

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Epilogue

  Prologue

  Marcy glanced at her watch for at least the tenth time in the past half hour. Her mother and father glanced at each other and then back to their twenty-eight-year-old daughter, who was determinedly searching the room with her eyes.

  “Do you have to be somewhere, dear?” Margaret made reference to her daughter’s obvious preoccupation.

  “Definitely.” She secretively smiled.

  “Where?” Michael laughed at the tenacious gleam in her eyes.

  “I have to go and find Nathan.”

  Her watch informed her it was a few minutes before midnight. She intended to be in Nathan’s arms when the clock struck twelve.

  “What for?” Margaret eyed her daughter suspiciously. She hadn’t seen her this worked up over a man since...well, since never.

  “For the usual midnight occurrence on New Year’s Eve.” Marcy’s eyes twinkled.

  “Marcy, you’ve just met him,” Margaret gasped.

  “Mom, tell me again how you and Dad met and how long it took you two to get involved?” Marcy laughingly reminded.

  “She has you there, Margaret.” Michael kissed his wife’s cheek.

  “You two are incorrigible.” Margaret laughed, a little embarrassed.

  “We just know what we want and go after it, right, Dad?” Marcy winked at her father.

  “Right, kitten,” he agreed. “Go and find Nathan, and give him my regards.”

  “Oh, I will—right after I give him mine,” Marcy promised before hurrying off.

  * * *

  One minute before midnight, Marcy strategically positioned herself next to Nathan. She reached him just as the group countdown reached zero and white-and-black balloons along with colorful streamers miraculously began raining down on them.

  “Happy New Year, Nathan.” She could tell her voice startled him as he turned around to face her.

  “Happy New Year, Marcy,” he echoed.

  Lord, she was gorgeous. Why did she have to be so darn beautiful, and why did he have to meet her now? More importantly, why did he have to be so attracted to her when he knew there was no way he could act on that attraction?

  Instinctively, Marcy knew he was about to shake her hand. She negatively shook her head and placed possessive hands on his broad shoulders. He raised an eyebrow at her forwardness, and she smiled confidently.

  “It’s customary to seal that wish with a kiss,” she said, as she immediately pressed her mouth to his.

  Once his mouth touched hers and those soft honey folds parted so easily, he couldn’t help but dive in. Her lips were quicksand, and he was drowning in them. He pulled her a little closer with the hand that was resting on her waist. He moved his free hand up and entangled it in her luxuriously thick, soft hair as he had wanted to do since meeting her. He decided to let himself go a little deeper—for a little while more.

  When minutes later he pushed her away, she weakly clinging to his lapels, her eyes wide with wonder and longing. While the kiss was far too brief, at the same time it lasted much too long. He rationalized that he couldn’t afford any emotional involvements—especially now. Marcy Johnson could quickly become that—if he let her—which was something he must not do.

  “Wow.” Marcy sighed in breathless awe. “That was...” Her voice faded off as words escaped her.

  “Deadly.” Nathan’s finished for her, his ey
es darkening with barely restrained hunger. Somehow, he resisted the urge to feast on her luscious lips again, knowing he would be lost if he did. Unfortunately, he was halfway there already.

  Chapter 1

  Marcy Johnson was a determined woman on a single-minded mission. Her high-heeled navy pumps clicked furiously on the pavement as she resolutely made her way through the crowded Manhattan streets.

  Her mind was focused on one thing—or more precisely on one person: Nathan Carter. She had only met him a week ago, but that first glance had been enough. He was definitely a man she wanted to get to know better. Now, she had one goal—getting the elusive hunk to admit he was interested in her, too.

  They had shared a searing kiss on New Year’s Eve, but since then, he had avoided her like the plague; however, she had never been one to be put off for long, especially not when there was something she wanted. A smile tilted the corners of her mouth; Nathan Carter was about to find that out firsthand.

  Not that she needed an excuse, but she did have a built-in reason to seek him out; his sister and her brother were getting married in three days, and as they were both in the wedding party, they naturally had things to discuss and do pertaining to the bride and groom.

  Knowing which suite Nathan occupied, Marcy breezed into the very expensive ornate Muse hotel and made her way to the elevators without stopping at the reception desk. She had no intention of having herself announced so he could make up a convenient excuse not to see her. She smiled and punched the button that would take her to the designated floor. When the doors closed, she took a compact from her navy bag, freshened up her red lipstick and made sure her hair was in place before exiting the elevator when it stopped.

  While she walked to Nathan’s door, she removed her black leather coat and peeled matching gloves from fingers. Brushing an imaginary piece of lint from the lapel of the figure-hugging navy skirt suit, she took a deep breath, released it and resolutely knocked on the door, waiting impatiently for Nathan to answer. When he did, she fought back a laugh when shock followed by vague annoyance registered on his handsome face.

  “Good morning, Nathan,” she brightly greeted, walking past him into the room without waiting for an invitation.

  “Come on in,” he said as he sarcastically waved his hand, closing the door behind her.

  He scratched his hair-covered chin. Lord, help him! What was Marcy Johnson doing here, and more importantly why was he so glad to see her? Because you’re attracted to her, you idiot!

  As always, she looked fabulous and smelled sinfully wonderful. Every nerve ending in his traitorous body stood at rapt attention as they did whenever they were in the same room together. He silently cursed her disastrous effect on his usual steadfast equilibrium.

  “What’s wrong, handsome? Get up on the wrong side of the bed?”

  Appreciative eyes slowly traveled over the white terry cloth robe he wore, lingering at the V opening that parted revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his smooth, muscled dark brown chest. She fought down an insane urge to jump inside the robe with him and let nature take its course—mmm, mmm, mmm!

  “What are you doing here, Marcy?” He pulled his robe together and belted it tighter, eliciting a teasing smile from his gorgeous intruder.

  “Well, since our respective siblings are getting married in a few days, I thought you might want to go shopping for a wedding present with me.”

  He swallowed a groan as she sat on the edge of his unmade bed and crossed those shapely long legs, hitching the already outrageously short skirt higher on her upper thighs. Her actions caused a quickening of his pulse and an uncomfortable tightening in his groin.

  Say no, he silently ordered. In a matter of weeks, maybe days, you’re on your way to Yemen with the rest of your team on a secret mission to rescue the U.S. envoy and his aides from insurgents. You don’t have the time or the right to start anything you know you can’t finish with Marcy, so nip it in the bud—now! Remember your training, and exhibit the self-control you know you possess. Even though you want to say yes, say no.

  “I plan on doing my shopping later,” he replied.

  “When?” At his silence, she smiled cajolingly. “Come on, Nathan. You have to buy them a present and so do I. Why not come along with me now?”

  She stood, walked over to him and touched his arm, feeling firm muscles contract beneath her fingers. Lord, he was rock-solid hard. How did a lawyer get an athletic body like his? Everything about him was just yummy from his close-cropped black hair to his neatly trimmed goatee that just begged for her fingers’ touch. Her heart skipped several beats as she once again marveled at his dizzying effect on her.

  “Don’t you have to be somewhere—like at work?”

  “Not this morning.” Unable to resist, she took a step closer. “I’m going in later. I cleared my schedule especially for you. You’re not going to let me go to all that trouble for nothing, are you?”

  “I appreciate...” He paused, groaning inwardly. He was so close to caving that it was embarrassing.

  “Good, then let’s go.” Her fingers tightened on his arm.

  A smile played about his lips. “Do you mind if I change first?”

  “Don’t do it on my account.” Her eyes slowly traveled over his magnificent form, lingering on the revealed flesh of his legs and chest before locking with his eyes again.

  “Well, I hardly think I can go out like this.” He shook his head at her.

  She smiled and moved slightly closer to him until their bodies were almost touching. He smelled fresh and clean from a recent shower. His eyes darkened at her actions and seemed slightly unsteady. Good, I do affect him.

  Removing her fingers from his arm, he moved purposefully away from temptation by walking a few feet away, bending down to pick up the clothes that were neatly laid out on the bed. He turned toward the bathroom.

  “I’ll be ready in a minute,” he shot over his shoulder.

  “I’ll be waiting,” she promised and laughed when he sighed loudly before closing the bathroom door behind him. She walked over to the closed door and leaned against it, “I can’t believe your parents let you stay in a hotel—albeit a luxurious one.”

  “They weren’t happy about it, but I finally convinced them it was for the best.” His voice was muffled by the closed door.

  “Why?”

  She placed her hand on the brass knob, toying with the scandalous idea of opening it. What would he do if she sauntered in while he was dressing? The thought of the possible wonderful repercussions of such action on her part almost made her test him. But she decided to be good—for now.

  “I’m officially on vacation, but there are some...things that I still need to be on top of. I’ll be getting phone calls at all hours, and it’s just easier if I have my own place.” Inside the bathroom, he smiled as he remembered his mother’s indignation as he had tried to explain that fact to her. She had not been pleased to say the least.

  “A workaholic,” Marcy sympathized, reluctantly dropping her hand from the doorknob and walking a few steps away.

  He chuckled. “You, too?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  She peered into his partially open closet. His clothes were neatly hung and ordered by type—shirts, dress pants, jeans, sweaters and several immaculate suits. His shoes were neatly lined at the bottom—also sorted by types. She smiled and made her way over to his dresser and picked up various objects, studying them. Again, everything was neatly lined up in its proper place indicative of a man who thrived on order; she could relate, but she was determined to inject a little well-aimed chaos into his orderly life while he was in town.

  “Are you always so disciplined and in control, Nathan?”

  “Always.” His response was quick and sure.

  She chuckled. “I knew you were going to say that.”

 
; Unable to resist, she opened a drawer and found his socks neatly folded and equally spaced. Another drawer housed his underwear—black boxers, each pair purposefully folded in the same dimensions. She ran her fingers lightly over the soft material, and her smile widened. He gave a new meaning to the word organized.

  “What are you doing out there?”

  “Waiting for you,” she innocently responded, closing one drawer and then the other. “Were you ever in the military?”

  He was silent for a full twenty seconds before warily asking, “Why do you ask?”

  “Because your room is extremely well ordered with everything in its proper place. You’re more organized than I am, and that’s saying something,” she said and laughed. “Nathan?” she prompted when he remained noticeably silent.

  “I did a short stint in the marines after high school,” he finally answered.

  That was an interesting tidbit. She stared at the still-closed bathroom door, curiosity piqued.

  “Did you ever consider going career military.”

  “No, military life wasn’t for me. I wanted to be a lawyer. I enjoy sparring with words more than with weapons or my fists.”

  Okay, that was a necessary little white lie. He loved hand-to-hand combat, the nonstop action and the insane danger his secret military career exposed him to—or at least he had loved it; however, recently nagging doubts about his inability to carve out a normal personal life due to his unusual profession had started surfacing, making him question his priorities.

  When he reentered the bedroom, Marcy lowered a bottle of cologne from her nose and returned it to its proper place. He arched an eyebrow at her intrusiveness.

  “I’m ready.” He was dressed in a cream sweater and chocolate pants. He slipped his muscled arms into the sleeves of a brown leather bomber jacket.

  God, he looked good! It should be a crime for a man to be so gorgeous. He held up her coat, and she walked over and slipped it on. Unable to help herself, she then looped her hand through his arm as they walked to the door.