Page 27 of August Heat
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Uh…” Krys chuckled. “Guess I mean to ask if you’re the kind of person who can’t kiss without getting busy with it.”
Palms sweating and arms stiffening, Siobhan reminded herself to ease up on her grip. “Assumed you were like that.”
“Youreallythink I can’t kiss a gal without inviting her inside for more? Hmph. Maybe you’re right, but that doesn’t mean I won’t survive a little rejection.”
“Are you trying to say that you want to kiss me?”
“You got a problem with…” Krys stopped herself, a laugh breaking through as she looked out the window and toward her darkened house. “Hon, I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the moment I met you.”
That was the cheesiest line yet. Except Krys delivered it with such nonchalance that Siobhanalmostbelieved her.Nobody really means it when they say stuff like that. Such a thing would be ridiculous.Yet was that a smile peeking on Siobhan’s face? Did the girlish side of her want to believe that Krys wanted her that badly? Setting aside the strange truths that might exist between them, it was almost a paradisiacal end to a second date. Krys had a casual stance in the passenger seat that suggested she wasn’t going anywhere until she got a kiss.
“You’re full of crap,” Siobhan said with a grin.
“Yeah?” Krys sat up, but not for long. Soon, her face came closer. The only thing keeping her from kissing Siobhan was decorum. “Try me. Bet it will be the best kiss of your life.”
“That’s quite the haughty take to have of yourself.”
“I’m not saying I’m that good of a kisser, myself. I’m only saying that the right inspiration makes people… better.”
“The more you talk, the less inclined I am to kiss you. Ever.”
“Yet you haven’t kicked me out of your car.”
Siobhan had two options. She could either kick Krys out, or she could do something that would make the old her shudder.
She could kiss her. After all, Krys’s face was right there. All Siobhan had to do was lean in a little and pucker up.
Do I remember how to kiss? Feels like so long ago…
God, what was she waiting for? What did she have to lose? A little dignity? Ha! She only played at having any dignity. This was a woman who holed herself up in the countryside. Even if rumors disseminated that Krys played her like a sexy fiddle, the public would move on within a few weeks. Considering how things had been going that year, anything could happen to take the spotlight off Krys kissing one inconsequential woman.
Siobhan never envisioned herself as the one who lunged forward for a kiss. Yet that’s what happened when she finally gave in to that salty temptation.
Hm. Maybe Krys was right.
Maybe itwasthe best kiss Siobhan ever had. Or, at least, in a long, long while.
There were no expectations harnessed in that kiss. Boom. Lips met. Breaths were caught. A hand touched Siobhan’s face as the leather in the seats creaked and eased from Krys leaning closer, closer,closer,until Siobhan was pressed against her headrest. Krys offered the kind of immediate power women like Siobhan craved. She didn’t want someone to take over in the household, let alone out in the public. Except she wanted someone who wasn’t afraid to lead behind closed doors.That same person better be able to sit back and take some of her own medicine, too.Siobhan couldn’t do that on a second date, though. Maybe not even the tenth. It took her a while to warm up to someone’s lovemaking style and figure out how she fit into it. Until then, Siobhan went along for the wild rides coming her way.
Especially since Krys was the kind of kisser who thrived at offering steamy previews of what more may come her lover’s way.
“Okay, okay…” Siobhan drew the line at a hand coming for her chest. It was one thing when it was on her face, caressing her cheek and playing with the curls around her ear. Quite another when it went for second base.
“Sorry.” Krys sat back a little, but not enough that she was in her seat again. “Got carried away. Good kissing does that to me.”
I bet it does.Siobhan put her hands back on the steering wheel. “Glad you thought it was good.”
Krys didn’t have to ask what Siobhan thought of it. The answer was clear on the grin Siobhan could not contain. “So…” Krys began, a thumb pressing against her window, “I’m pretty sure my roommate is already in a coma for the night. You wanna come in for a bit?”
Siobhan’s instincts gave her a resoundingyes,but that was the thumping of her heart talking. The rational side of her said that once she was in Krys’s house so late, everything would end with her clothes on the floor and her face between somebody’s legs.Get it together, Chev. You know your rules.
“I can’t,” Siobhan said. “I have to be up early, so I should head home. I’m supposed to be looking at a few sheep.” Yeah, that sounded good. Sheep. They needed looking at, sometimes. “Thank you, though.”
“Don’t wanna keep either of us up too late if we’ve both got work in the morning.” Although Krys was smiling, something in her voice told Siobhan that disappointment hit hard. Krys said she could handle a little rejection. How true was that, though? “Although…”
“Yes?”
