Page 40 of A Poisonous Plot

It would explain them lying in the sand dunes though… and would probably deter Arthur from getting close enough to realise it was them.

“What’s that look for?” Flynn asked, breaking her from her swirling thoughts.

She only hesitated for a moment.

“You should kiss me,” she blurted out.

Chapter Eighteen

With her hairsplayed around her on the sand and her cheeks adorably rosy, Flynn’s mind had been on kissing Lily from the moment he lay beside her. He hadn’t expected her to give him the green light so explicitly, but he also wasn’t about to waste the opportunity.

If he hesitated, she’d no doubt change her mind or insist it had been a joke or something.

Surprise widened her eyes as he shifted his weight so he was lying on top of her. His hand on her cheek had the effect of hiding her from view as well as tilting her face towards him.

He caught her sharp intake of breath just before their lips met in a kiss that made his pulse skitter. Their noses brushed together as he pulled back slightly, locking eyes with her.

Considering she’d told him to kiss her, she looked oddly confused by the situation. Presumably, she hadn’t expected him to be so eager. Maybe he should have played it cool.

And maybe he should move away now.

He couldn’t bring himself to. When he moved his lips back to hers, she reached a hand around his neck, pulling him closer.

His heart raced and his insides fluttered as he tilted his face and kissed her unrelentingly.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, a voice told him to stop. They were friends and they shouldn’t be kissing.

But they were, and it felt so bloody good that he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

Eventually, he pulled back and forced his eyes open to face reality.

“What was that?” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

“You told me to kiss you,” he said, not shifting his body from hers.

“I didn’t think you’d just kiss me.”

“I’m very obedient,” he said cheekily.

“But…” Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. “I thought you’d ask why… Not just kiss me.”

“I assumed it was to keep our faces hidden.” Now seemed as good a time as any to play it cool – better late than never. “And so it wouldn’t look weird that we were lying in the sand.”

“It was.” Annoyance gave her words a bite. “But I thought you’d ask why before you kissed me.”

“I’ve found it’s best not to question it when women ask me to kiss them.”

“I didn’t want him to see me, that’s all,” she muttered. “It would be hard to explain what I was doing so close to his house, and I really don’t want to make him suspicious. People get defensive if they know I’m on to them. It’s harder to find things out.”

“You could have just said you’d gone to his house to speak to him. I’m not sure he’d have assumed you went to his house to snoop.”

“Well…” Her jaw tightened and her eyes flashed with irritation. “I didn’t think of that.”

“Clearly,” he said, still not shifting away from her.

Heshouldmove, or he’d end up kissing her again. That probably wouldn’t be a great idea. Not given the way she was scowling at him.

A large raindrop hit the back of his neck, encouraging him to move. Glancing around, he checked the coast was clear before sitting up.

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