Page 44 of Art of Love
“What?”
“The insane chemistry between us that sparks when we’re in the same room.”
“No,” I lied. It was a bald-faced lie, and he knew it. And he knew that I knew it.
“No?”
When he leaned in, I pressed the dress closer to my chest and tried to move again. Hunter caught me once again, but this time, he pulled me right up to his chest and smoothed his hand under my chin to guide my lips to his.
I knew he was going to kiss me from the second he lowered his face, and I could have moved out of the kiss, but I didn’t. It was a kiss I wanted. Wanted badly.
But it was brief. He’d barely pressed his lips to mine before he pulled back. It was like a taste. A delicious taste of him and all that was him.
“No?” he asked again, raising his brows.
“Yes,” I replied breathlessly.
He smiled and lowered again to my lips.
This time when we kissed, I smoothed my hands up the firm walls of his chest and up to circle my arms around his neck. I tried to stand on my toes to reach him, but he cupped my face and smoothed his hand to the back of my head to kiss me harder. The kiss was so intense that my knees buckled and my head felt light.
It was like we’d both been holding back all these weeks.
He backed me against the wall, heating up the kiss as his tongue tangled with mine. It felt amazing, so amazing, and I thought I would die when he sucked on my tongue.
He pulled back and released a sharp breath.
His lips parted like he was going to say something, but the buzzing of my phone cut him off.
I looked over to the little bench where I had my things. I didn’t want to answer it. I didn’t want anything to throw the mood. What I wanted was to hear what he had to say.
“You should get that. It could be important.”
I moved away from him to answer the phone. It was Stephan.
“Hi.” My voice sounded breathy.
“Babe, where are you?”
“Stephan, can I call you later?”
“Hey, why don’t you just join me for a late dinner? Then we can go back to my place for drinks. Everyone’s going crazy over you. It’s cause to celebrate.”
“Dinner sounds good. I’m a little—”
“Nope, don’t even say it. I’ll find you when the show finishes.” He hung up. I turned back to speak to Hunter, but he was nowhere to be found.
He’d left.
