I start to move away, but then to my surprise, she pulls me back and her lips meet mine before I can even catch my next breath.
Fuck…
I pull her in closer, while her lips move over mine, dancing, actually giving me what I want—her.
Without me begging and pleading.
Without me teasing and joking.
This is all on her.
She made the move.
And I’m soaking in every second of it.
I part my lips at the same time she does and our tongues collide, deepening the kiss, making my lower half go numb.
She’s so fucking good at kissing. Like she puts her entire body into it. Like she can’t get enough, and she thinks that if she lets go, she’ll never get to experience the kiss again. There’s passion, there’s yearning, there are the same feelings rolling through her that are pulsing through me. I feel it in the way she holds me, the way she swipes at my tongue and the softest moans that move up her throat that I’m not even sure she’s aware she’s making.
I cup her cheek, angling her head back to give me better access.
And I’m about to settle in for more when she quickly pulls away, snapping me out of the haze.
When her eyes meet mine, surprise and confusion written all over her expression, all that hope and excitement quickly vanishes.
Shit.
Here it comes…
“I…I don’t know what I’m doing.” She starts to move, but I cage her in, placing both hands on the counter now, causing her to lean back.
“Don’t do that. You know exactly what you were doing.”
She wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand, an insult right to my face. “No, that was…that was not me.”
“Really? Felt like you.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I honestly don’t,” I say just as she ducks under my arm and moves toward the middle of the store.
I turn to face her as she tugs on her hands and looks around the empty space. I take that moment to lean against the counter, kicking one foot back and letting my elbows prop me up behind me.
“What are you looking for? Common sense?”
Her eyes narrow. “Yeah, because I clearly lost it.”
“No, Gossy, it’s been in that brain of yours this entire time, you’re just denying it. Besides just now, when I saw it.”
“That was not common sense. That was a mistake.”
“Didn’t feel like one. Felt like a great decision to me. And are you really going to insult me like that after I’ve been gone for so long?”
“You were gone for forty-eight hours.”
Smirking, I ask, “Counting the hours, are we?”
“Ugh, you’re insufferable.” She heads to the back of the shop, so I follow behind her into the hallway, where I catch her arm and tug her back into me.
