Page 41 of Definitely (Maybe) Dating
“Not talk.”
He looked at her lips. “I got that. You need to be more specific.” He studied her intensely, his expression dead serious as if trying to figure her out. “You’re a contradiction.”
“Is that a nice way of saying I’m confusing?”
He took her phone and pocketed them both. “It’s a nice way of saying you drive me insane.”
She closed her eyes. “That doesn’t sound like a glowing review.”
“People surprise me on a daily basis. Do you know how few of those surprises are good?”
She thought about what he did for a living, the kind of screwed up situations he must be exposed to, and her heart went out to him. “Not a lot, I imagine.”
He cupped her face. “But you? You are the kind of exciting, unexpected, breath of fresh air surprise.”
She opened her eyes to find his unwavering and purposeful. “My life is one big question mark,” she began. “Every day, personal and professional, I never know what’s headed my way or how I’m supposed to react. Being around you”—she swallowed hard—“feels safe.”
“In this example, is safe synonymous with sexy?”
“You talk too much,” she said and suddenly she was feeling very . . . flirty. And sexy. And before she could stop herself, her arms were around his neck, her body pressed against his, and her teeth sank gently into his lower lip.
It took him a moment to respond. A moment so long she thought he’d changed his mind. Then with a low, guttural groan, he drew her up against him and covered her mouth with his.
She finally understood why he was such a great lawyer. His mouth should be licensed as an infinite law-making machine. One kiss, and he had all her checks and balances tilting toward a solidoh my.
He nipped at her lower lip, then her upper, starting off slow, then moving straight into confident demand. His fingers were confident, too. Teasing the edge of her sweater, tracing up, underneath the hem, to explore the bare skin beneath. Making her hotter and a little crazier every trip he took. His thumb slid around to trace her hipbone, across to her stomach, rubbing back and forth over the sliver of skin right beneath her bellybutton.
Someone moaned. Okay, she moaned. It was needy and desperate and—
“You taste like strawberry.”
“It’s my lip gloss.”
He drew her lower lip into his mouth and let it go with a pop. “My morning smoothie will take on a whole new meaning.”
His comments released a flutter of nerves.New favoritemade her think of flavor of the month and while this was their first kiss, she wanted more. Wanted to be in his arms longer. Never one to shy away from anything, she slid her hands up his very defined chest to his undone tie and tugged him closer.
“Jesus,” he groaned, his hands sliding around to grab her ass, then walking her backward until he was holding her in place with his mouth.
God, his mouth. He was a kissing master of the highest order—teasing her lips. Which she parted, and when his tongue did a gentle sweep against hers, it obliterated every sane reason for why this was an unquestionably bad idea.
He didn’t say anything else. Didn’t need to. His very large pledge of allegiance was front and center, pressing into all her good parts, telling her he wanted this as badly as she.
She finished undoing his tie and went to work on the second button when a big rig drove by, the wind rustling the leaves overhead, and that’s when she remembered where she was. In a public park with her tongue down Josh’s throat and his hands on her ass where any passerby could see.
Josh must have thought the same, because he pulled back enough that they could both suck in some much needed air. Not that it helped. The night’s air was heated and thick and weighed heavily in her lungs.
“That was—”
“Yeah.”
“What exactly was that?” she asked against his mouth.
“Chemistry.”
“I’ve felt chemistry. That was—”
“Insane. I can’t tell what’s more shocking. That you kissed me or that I managed to wait that long for this kiss.” He gave her a softer, shorter kiss.
