“Here’s the thing…” he walked toward me “…I should have just kissed you at the baseball game. And after I scooped Trzy’s shit, and again at the airport.”
Gulp.
He brushed his thumbs along my cheeks then slid his hands back to cup my head. I had to look like the newest addition to The Blue Man Show. I wasn’t breathing. There was no oxygen to be had.
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
Gulp.
“Hi,” he whispered over my lips a split second before he kissed me.
I died. The end. Story over.
I vaguely remembered something about public displays of affection being frowned upon, or illegal, or maybe punishable by death in China. It was worth the consequences.
My heart thundered embarrassingly loud.Thatmoment was the one that could have triggered the earthquake. Millions of lives were at risk. Was one kiss worth it?
Yes. Oh. Dear. God. Yes!
I wasn’t the world’s leading expert on kissing, but I knew what I liked, and so did Cage Monaghan. He took his time feeling my lips with his. It wasn’t until he’d felt every inch of them several times over before just the tip of his tongue teased my upper lip. I loved that moment when the feeling turned into tasting. I loved the way his hands fisted my hair, holding all of his tension so his lips could remain slow and patient.
More than anything, I loved that as he deepened the kiss, bringing my body flesh to his, his heart hammered against his chest just like mine.
Eventually the need for air trumped the need to kiss. Mylungs were such spoil sports. Cage grinned, rubbing his lips together. I grinned too.
“Hi,” I whispered.
“Can I offer you a ride back to your hotel before I head back to the airport?”
My eyes popped right out of their sockets. “What? Airport! You just got here.”
Cage gave me the textbook what-is-your-point look.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I rubbed my hands over my face. It had to be a dream or a nightmare. I needed to wake up. But when I removed my hands he was still there.
“You applied for a visa and flew to China just to kiss me?”
He nodded. “Totally worth it. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Well, yes… no…” I shook my head. “I don’t know. Who does that? Who flies halfway around the world to kiss someone they’ve seen five times in their entire life?”
“So you’re counting?” He smirked.
“No.”
Yes. I counted every second we spent together since our very first encounter.
I counted the smiles.
The dimple appearances.
The times his eyes wandered down my body.
The butterflies in my stomach.
