Page 63 of Perfume Girl
He shook his head. “Take your drink.”
“Why?”
“Go on, take it. Now.”
I accepted the glass and he reached out and placed his hand on the back of my head, pulling me toward him. His mouth dragged across my lips leisurely, his tongue darting into my mouth for a lust-fueled kiss.
“That wasn’t my cheek,” I stuttered out as soon as he stepped back.
“Let me try that again.” He leaned in and pressed his mouth to mine, giving me another intimate kiss…the kind of kiss that lovers share when they care deeply for one another. It had me swooning and forgetting where I was.
As he pulled away, my bubbly sloshed all over my hand, but I didn’t care. “I can’t stop thinking of you either,” I confessed in a rush.
Astor stared at me as though my confession had stunned him into silence.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Damien said from behind me.
I looked at my ex, realizing I had just confessed my feelings to Astor. My cheeks burned with embarrassment.
Damien glared at Astor and then turned his gaze on me. “I need the spare keys to the boat.” He gave me a thin smile. “We’re ready to take the next step and divide up the rest of the property.”
“We?” I said.
“You know what I mean.”
“We’ll get them to you,” said Astor.
“I love that boat.” I hated to let it go.
Astor grinned. “I’ll buy you another.”
He’d taken our role-playing to the extreme. Still, it seemed to have Damien rattled and his jealousy made this day a little more bearable.
“How long have you two been together?” Damien asked.
I ignored the question to lick champagne off my hand, pausing midway when I felt their eyes locked on me.
“I love it when you do that,” said Astor huskily.
Damien turned around and walked away from us.
I faced Astor. “When I said ‘I can’t stop thinking of you’ I knew he was behind us.”
A slow smile slid across Astor’s face.
“I mean it. I haven’t given one thought to Havana.”Other than to replay it moment by moment.
“Not even the boat trip?” he asked.
I dragged my teeth across my lip.
He stepped forward. “How about us having drinks in the hotel bar?”
“Where we argued?”
“Youargued. I listened.”
“Well, let’s not bring up what happened next.”
