Page 82 of First Date: Divorce
“But you, you were incredible.I wanted to applaud.Even if I was maligned.Gigi’s name in my sleep, huh?”
She chuckled.“It was the first thing that came to mind.”
“And a brilliant mind it is.”
He kissed her forehead.
She was surprised he’d found her forehead in the blackness.
Then he kissed her mouth, and how he found that didn’t matter.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
This was the wedding kiss times ten.Ten times ten.
This was nothing but the sensation of his mouth on hers.No one watching, not even themselves, in this darkness.
Nothing to add context or subtract meaning.
Just his mouth.Her mouth.
Then, slowly, his hands on her upper arms.Hers on his shoulders.
Her lips parted under his.She met his tongue.Ready to explore more.
Until the mundane requirement of breathing overrode deeper, more important needs.
“Melody would be very disappointed with us.”Eric’s low voice came out of the dark, and it found her, too, making her shiver.He placed a gentle open-jawed bite on the line from her shoulder to her neck left bare because her blouse had slid to one side.Then he licked the spot.The shiver matured to a shudder of pleasure and longing.“Failing to refrain from physical intimacy.”
He tightened his hold at that last word, and she pressed against him, feeling how they might fit together, where his hardness met her softness.Where his desire met hers.
“Eric.”
She’d meant it to be a warning.She feared it might be an invitation.
He certainly took it for that.
His mouth on hers was even surer, even more dizzying.His hand drew down the front of her blouse, flicking open buttons.He cupped her breast.
She released his shoulders to wind her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss again.
The door swung open behind her.
“Oh!”
Even with her back to the door, the light blinded her.Or the shock of it opening did.
She bent her head, trying to right her blouse.Eric stepped between the door and her.
A man chuckled.“Oh, look, Izzy.It appears someone else has found our little hideaway.”
Decent once more, K.D.looked around Eric and saw Izzy and Orion Rettaford.
“Sorry to interrupt,” said the woman with a smile.“We had no idea anyone else had resorted to the closet.”
“Damned cameras,” muttered her husband.He nudged Eric.“Bathroom works, too.But I had a hip replacement last year, and all that tile gets slippery.”
“Breaking rules left and right, aren’t we,” K.D.managed with credible lightness.
