He cupped her head in his hands and slammed his mouth over hers. The vixen parted her lips, clenched his shirt, and slid her tongue against his.
He was already stiff as a pipe, but that sassy mouth and her assertive grip on his clothes made him harder than he’d ever been. His shaft pulsed against the restrictive hold of his jeans, his balls ached, and he felt the pain all the way up in his stomach.
He needed to be inside this woman.
He needed to strip her down, bust through her defenses, and lose himself in her essence. Where she was simply a woman who wanted him, and he was a man going mad over needing her.
But what he really needed was to get a fucking grip.
He wrenched himself free. “No kissing. Right.”
While she sat sputtering on the couch, he retrieved his keys, marched out of her apartment, and let the door slam shut behind him.
Wasn’t sure how he’d explain it to his throbbing dick, but he was almost certain he’d done the right thing.
Almost.
If Kaci thoughtlast night’s tequila had made her light-headed, the alcohol was nothing compared to Lance’s goodbye kiss.
Her head was woozy, her knees jelly, and her ovaries might’ve exploded, by the way they were aching.
Telling Lance he couldn’t kiss her?
She might as well have dressed herself all in red and jumped in a pen full of angry bulls.
Her legs had almost quit shaking by the time she stepped out of the shower, but her lips could still feel his, and she could still taste him on her tongue.
She needed to call him.
Find out if he ever wanted to see her again, or if she’d pushed him too far.
Pushing was what she did.
She’d pushed back against Momma putting her in beauty pageants in high school.She’d pushed back against sitting in the back row in pre-calculus and chemistry. She’d pushed back against advisors who’d laughed when she’d wanted to switch majors and study physics.
And she’d never stopped pushing.
Because there was always one more person telling her she couldn’t do it.
Ever since her daddy died.
Now, she was the one standing in her own way.
She was the one afraid to fly.
She was the one who had overreacted to not winning a pumpkin-chucking contest.
She was the one who kept pushing people away.
All the way to the vet, she couldn’t stop thinking about Lance. She was hardly looking for husband number two, but she wasn’t planning on being celibate the rest of her life either.
Seeing Miss Higgs was a good distraction. The poor kitty was moving slowly, but she hadn’t had any more episodes, and her blood work was as good as it got for an elderly cat. Given her age, the vet saw no reason to keep her any longer, so Kaci brought her home.
Where she found Lance waiting in the hallway.
“We’re kissing,” he said.
Miss Higgs let out a pitiful meow.
