Page 61 of Swinging for the Deep End

I’m a man of risk, so I lean down toward her.

I can’t help but like the fact that she’s bold and aggressive. I can’t help but like that she’s eaten salmon for dinner but doesn’t care and dares me to kiss her.

When my lips gently graze her lips, I have to confess I’m a little shocked.

I did not think she’d let me kiss her.

I basically brush my lips against hers.

“That’s how you kiss someone?” she asks in an evil tone.

A guy like me can only be called out on certain things so many times before losing his edge.

Then again, I think I lost my edge a while ago with Piper.

I place my left hand to the table and my right hand to the back of Piper’s neck.

This time when I kiss her, I kiss her.

Lips touch for a second before my tongue sweeps forward, left to right, teasing her lips. Piper lets out the softest sigh I’ve ever heard or felt. Then my tongue is in her mouth, kissing her the way her eyes have secretly been wanting for so long.

Her defensive attitude is nothing but desire.

It’s a damn hot kiss, I’ll admit that.

Piper offers her tongue right back to mine. Of course she can’t just accept a kiss. She has to attempt to take control. She can’t be vulnerable, not even when making out with someone.

I finally close my lips and pull away, leaving her with the sound of our lips making a loud smacking sound.

“Better?” I ask.

“Still want to make sure I get home safely?”

Oh, fuck, sweetie…

“What about your son?” I ask.

Piper stands up. She shakes her head. “Still saying the right things after I’m going to let you get into my pants?”

“Who said I want to get into your pants, Piper?” I ask.

“I’m going home,” she says.

She turns and walks away with a little strut to her hips. Purposely rocking back and forth. I can’t tell if she’s trying to hypnotize me, seduce me, or lure me in to kill me.

Whatever it is… I’m sure as hell going to follow her home…

She leads the way to the kitchen. She’s unsure of taking a man to her bedroom and into her bed. I respect that. It doesn’t bother me at all. I don’t need a bedroom or a bed to take care of things when it comes to Piper, her body and her needs.

Now to back up a second or two, following her was an interesting feeling.

Knowing she was looking in her rearview mirror. Giving herself a chance to talk herself out of this. I figured there was a good chance I’d park and she’d wave me off. Just tell me to go home, then rush inside alone.

Nope.

Here I am in her kitchen now.

I don’t look around. I don’t care about the features. I don’t care about a thing other than the way Piper is looking at me.

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