TITLE: The Firestorm Betrayal
Rebeccah saves John's career and, momentarily forgetting about her involvement with another man, John starts to blurt out words that cross the line dividing their friendship from something more.
"I could just--"
Rebeccah spoke without thinking, "Kiss me?"
John stiffened and she pulled back to meet his gaze. He studied her with the same intensity he reserved for real-time combat displays, and she could almost feel him sifting through her mind, searching for the meaning behind her words.
Oh, hell, she thought, I'm shipping out in a matter of hours. Why not? Rebeccah leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.
She shivered as the butterflies in her stomach exploded. He parted his lips and she tasted orange. Rebeccah's mind reeled as traces of his aftershave drew her deeper into the kiss, melting the flutterings of excitement into molten desire.
John unexpectedly broke their embrace and backed away, bumping into the coffee service. The carafe tipped, spilling brown liquid everywhere, but John's gaze never wavered from hers. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the edge of the table. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I am so, so sorry."