Porter stops near the wall of the house.
Then, suddenly, he turns.
And backs me against the siding.
My breath catches.
His hands brace on either side of me.
“You’re trouble, Miss Storm,” he murmurs.
“I saved you.”
“Did you?”
His mouth comes down on mine before I can answer.
The kiss is immediate and fierce. All heat and hunger.
I melt into him without even pretending to resist.
His hand slides to my waist, pulling me closer.
My fingers clutch his ruined shirt.
When we finally break apart, we’re both breathing harder.
I glance down at the blue stains. “I really did ruin it. I’m sorry.”
He tilts his head. “Apology noted.”
I brush at one of the sticky spots. “This might never come out.”
“Probably not.”
“I feel bad.”
He leans down so his mouth is close to my ear. “The apology doesn’t get you out of that spanking later.”
Heat rushes straight to my face. “I hope not.”
Then his expression softens. “Hey.”
“What?”
“We won’t have to hide much longer.”
My stomach flips. “What do you mean?”
He exhales slowly. “I’m going to tell my father.”
I blink. “What?”
“About us.”
My heart starts pounding.
“And not just him,” he adds. “I’m done sneaking around at work too.”
