“I’d do it for you.”
Those familiar butterflies took off in her belly again.
“Becket,” she whispered. “What are we doing?”
“Well, I’m not sure about you, but I’m standing in front of a beautiful woman, wondering what she’d do if I kissed her again.”
For a second, she couldn’t speak. She had to roll his words around in her head a few times, convince herself he really had said them.
She opened her mouth to remind him that they weren’t really dating…but she wasn’t sure if that was true anymore.
And hell, even if it was true…she’d almost died yesterday. If she wanted to kiss the man, she should just kiss him.
Slowly, she set the mug onto the counter and slipped her fingers into his hair. “She’d probably kiss you back.”
Heat flared in his eyes. Then he lowered his head and kissed her. A gentle graze of his mouth on hers. A touch that she felt in more places than just her lips.
His mouth swiped against hers again, softening her. Teasing.
This kiss was different than the last. It wasn’t desperate and fast…it was gentle and safe. A slow coaxing until her lips parted and his tongue slipped inside so he could taste her.
A deep throb began in her lower belly. A sensation that had become so infinitely tied to Becket.
He slid her to the edge of the counter, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
How he sent her from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds, she had no idea. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was kissing him. Holding him. Accepting everything he offered her.
With one hand still in his hair, she swept the other down his chest, brushing her fingertips against every hard ridge. Letting them unravel her and drive her wild.
When he lifted his head, his mouth parting from hers, it was too soon.
She groaned, and he chuckled. “You need to rest, Peaches.”
“No. I need more kisses.” She tugged his head back to her and kissed him again, slipping her tongue straight inside his mouth and caressing his.
God, he tasted good. She could drown in his kisses and never want for air.
Again, he pulled away. “Sky…”
And again she groaned.
Then a phone he’d set on the kitchen island rang. A ring that was completely unwelcome in this moment.
Man, the universe reallywasout to get her.
He sighed as he turned and grabbed it. “It’s work.”
She felt her chest rise on a deep inhale, trying to pull herself together even though her skin felt like it was on fire. “Answer it.”
He pressed one firm kiss to her forehead before turning away.
She dropped her head and breathed.
Pull yourself together, Sky. He’s just a man and it was just a kiss.
But it wasn’t just a kiss. Every time he touched her, he burrowed that much deeper into her life.
When he hung up and turned back to her, she knew it was bad news. “There’s a fire in the mountains. They need me.”
