Brennan.
Evie.
The Kiss.
That was all that existed. That was all that mattered.
It was the perfect first kiss.
And oh boy, could this man kiss. There was no rush. He tasted and explored. Played and caressed.
Every touch, every stroke, every whisper of breath took her deeper into the heart of the sensation storm brewing inside her. A moan, a whimper, a desperate plea for more, escaped her. Sounds of pleasure from deep inside she didn’t know a kiss was capable of inducing.
Only when she had absolutely no breath left in her body did she reluctantly pull back.
“Wow,” Evie whispered, her chest heaving in the effort to reclaim the oxygen she desperately needed.
Brennan shifted his hand from behind her head to cup her cheek. She leaned into his touch, the taste of his kiss still dancing on her lips.
“Wow, indeed.”
“Should’ve done that a long time ago.”
Brennan’s chuckle rumbled through her at the points their bodies touched. “Not sure if it would’ve been that good any sooner.”
That sounded like a man who perhaps believed a little in fate. Grandma would approve.
“I’m not so sure.” Evie had learned a lot about Brennan over the last year. He never did things by halves. She’d witnessed it plenty of times with his family and his work in the community, not to mention the day he’d helped her move. Just never this up-close-and-personal before. Everything clearly meanteverything.
“Evie.”
“Yeah.”
“I need you to get up.”
“I’m sorry.” Mortified that she needed to be asked, heat burned her cheeks. That she hadn’t even registered she must be squashing him, was testament to the distracting powers of the man’s kiss. Evie pushed up and rolled off. The groan her movement drew from him had her registering exactly where her knee had made contact. “I’m…” Heat flooded her cheeks again as she stared at the ceiling. “I’m so sorry.”
“Evie. Stop saying sorry.”
“I’m —” She snapped her mouth closed on the automatic apology as he rose above her.
“Otherwise,”—he grinned—“I’ll have to kiss you every time you do.”
That got her attention, the heat in her cheeks no longer caused by mortification but interest. She had to admit she enjoyed ‘Flirty Brennan’.
“I’m… sorry?” She layered on the innocence with a breathy voice.
He growled. Literally growled and then his lips were back on hers. No other parts of their bodies touched, but it didn’t matter. That one place was enough to send her body up in flames. Totally worth it.
Brennan eased the kiss to a close. “You’re trouble,” he whispered.
“But you like it, right?”
“I likeyou.” His hand cradled her cheek, and he smiled. “And now you need to go to bed.”
“Not without you.”
“Evie.”
