She gave him a sweet smile and reached up to grab the back of his neck and pull him down to meet her kiss. A real kiss, not a glance of the lips or brush on the cheek, but an opening of her mouth to his. He slid inside, tentative at first, tasting her tongue, exploring her warmth, and enjoying the feel of his lips on hers. It went on a while, but didn’t help his other problem at all.
He gasped and pulled away, breathing hard. “Wow,” he said licking his lips, body throbbing in a way he couldn’t remember ever being so clear.
She gave him that sultry smile of hers and patted his chest. “Okay?”
“Yes, but,” he shifted his hips a little uncomfortably. Was his face on fire? Did it feel really warm in here?
“Want me to take care of that for you?” She teased. Sometimes the dresses and the flirty sweet attitude made him forget she had a naughty side. All the swear word coloring books, and snarky embroidery told him straight out what was in her head, and he loved it.
“Um…not yet,” he frowned. Worried because he had been warned it could set off a flare. He didn’t want to chance tainting this moment with his messed-up body. “Is there a rush?”
“Nope. We could kiss some more, if that’s okay?” Paige offered. “Let me know if it’s too much or you need a break?”
He nodded and leaned back in to taste her lips. It wasn’t until that moment he realized the dark spot in his brain was gone. Not even a pinprick remaining. He sank into her touch, hoping he didn’t embarrass himself, but thrilled to feel whole, and enjoying the rise of sensation of his mouth on hers.
