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Another shiver.

A flicker of worry crossed his face, and she squeezed his hands. If he was worried about forcing a kiss on her, he needn’t worry. Instead of waiting for that walk home,and the promised kiss to end the first date, she decided it was better to start with one.

Thea smiled and then lifted on her toes, bringing their mouths close. “Why don’t we start with an appetizer?”

His lips spread in a smile, and she closed the distance.

Fireworks lit her system as their lips brushed softly. Sweetly.

With a growl, Knox wrapped his arms around her, and he stepped into her. Right into her. She sighed into his mouth and ran her hands up to his shoulders.

He tasted like mint, as if he’d brushed his teeth, just as she had, in anticipation of this moment.

When their tongues touched and tasted, she wrapped her arms around his neck and let him worry about keeping them balanced.

His strong body wrapped around her, and she’d never felt so safe, so wanted.

Knox’s lips sipped at hers. Touched. Teased. Tasted. Took. Gave.

Her brain spun with sensations, and her body felt as light as a butterfly. She could float for a week on this kiss alone.

But she wanted more.

Chapter10

Sweet Spot

Knox forced himself to slow the kiss before he forgot how to think. He needed to think.

Think.

When their lips parted, he rested his forehead on hers and gulped in deep breaths, relieved she was doing the same. “Holy hell, Thea. You’re explosive.”

She chuckled shakily. “Wow. Just wow.”

Their bodies were aligned so that he could feel every curve of hers. He’d love to feel them with fewer layers of clothing. Not yet. No scaring her off with the intensity of his attraction to her.

Knox swayed her into a hug. “Let’s just hang out right here for a minute while I corral myself and find my ability to think.”

Her laugh sparkled into him. “Might take me a while to find that, too.”

He leaned back enough to see her but kept his arms around her. “Now that we’ve had that first taste, I know I’ll want more. You?”

She smiled. “A lot more.”

“Good. Now, maybe I can concentrate on not burning dinner.”

He leaned down and captured her lips again. With a shit-ton of effort, he kept it from spiraling out of control. This time, he forced himself to step back and take her hand. “You’re addictive. And dangerous.”

Thea laughed again. “You’re definitely addictive.”

He swung their hands like they were teenagers as they walked up the farmhouse steps. He opened the door and ushered her through.

“This room always makes me smile. Jay growled about how big it was and how many steps he had to walk to make his grilled cheese sandwich.”

“That was Fox’s go-to meal, as well. Did Fox like tomato soup with it?”

Her smile softened. “Sure did. The stuff from the can was his favorite. If we ate at a restaurant, he’d order it and then complain that they didn’t make it the right way.”

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