Page 22 of Stolen Kiss

Jason slide his hand around her waist, she was wearing a figure hugging black wool dress and a jean jacket. On her feet were blacks shoes with a chunky heel. She wanted to be taller when she was with look, even though she didn’t feel it.

There was one good thing about keeping their summer fling a secret. No one knew of her internal humiliation of being dropped and him disappearing from her life for over a decade. Heels gave her power. She shoved the feeling deep down as Jason’s hand went lower, not quite to her backside but really near.

“I like this,” he whispered as her pulled tighter against him.

“My dress?”

“No. This closeness, this nearness. I know this is confusing but I’m glad we have this chance.”

Before she could ask what chance he was talking about, he pressed his lips to hers softly, keeping them there until he completely relaxed against his body. He dropped his hand, skimming over her bottom as he pulled his head away.

“I like it a lot,” he said and then took her hand.

They were on the move and ushered into the restaurant to a table in the far corner. The whole place was in a conservatory with chilli plants acting as seclusion booths to give privacy. She’d never been to the chilli farm restaurant and took in everything around her. If she squinted through the leaves, she could just about make out the table in the next section.

Tea lights were lit on their table. Two seats were positioned with their back to the wall looking out into the main body of therestaurant. The chilli plants surrounding them in a semi-circle shape.

It was warm, so she shrugged off her jacket at the same time Jason did. He’d filled out since she’d been close enough to touch him eleven years ago. There were the two times she attended his family’s funerals, his dad and grandfather but her and Keith were so far back she could barely see him.

Now up close, his shoulders were wide, and he looked strong.

Jason took her coat and draped it on the back of her chair. He did the same with his sexy leather jacket and he sat down. They were close but seemingly not close enough for Jason as he shifted his chair nearer her and put his hand on her knee.

“Jason,” she said looking down at his hand that squeezed her knee.

Jason was looking straight ahead, and she had a glorious view of his jawline. “I know what you taste like. I know how you feel when I slide inside you. My hand on your knee feels positively Victorian in comparison.”

“That was a long time ago,” she said.

He turned and looked at her, eyes blazing. She took a breath and waited as he moved to the shell of her ear. “I will never forget it, not until my dying breath.”

She trembled at his words, confused at his outright flirting. Heidi wanted to sit on his lap and kiss the life out of him. But then she remembered he’d dumped her, unceremoniously, by text message to her brother. Jason couldn’t even do it in person or give her a reason.

“Jason,” she said. “I can’t handle the heat coming from you.”

She was rewarded with his blinding smile but he kept the hand where it was. When she picked up the menu sitting at their place settings, she fanned her face for a few seconds and looked across at the approaching waiter.

“Good evening, can I get you anything to drink?”

They decided to skip starter course. It was the kind of restaurant where there was only one set menu. You either ate it or you didn’t. When the main course arrived, Heidi’s dish looked different to Jason’s. Not taking too much notice she watched as he put a fork in the spaghetti, twirled it and then lifted it to his mouth. He could feel her eyes on him because he started to laugh and turn her way.

“Something up, sweetheart?”

“I’m waiting for you to taste it first so you can tell me the spice level.”

They both had spaghetti on their plates, but Jason’s had a rest sauce and Heidi’s spaghetti was laced with green sauce.

“Why don’t you twist your fork and we’ll try together. If you don’t like the food, then we can go and I’ll cook you something at my place.”

While she was eager to see his place, she didn’t think it was a good idea. Jason squeezed her knee for encouragement, then took his hand away. She missed the contact.

Picking up her fork, she eyed the food warily and loaded up her fork.

“Ready?” he asked.

She nodded and ate the food. Her eyes widened as the flavours hit her tongue. Jason had done the same and was giving her a closed mouthed smile. Heidi was shocked there was no spice. She was bracing to swig down the jug of water, without using a glass.

“This tastes fantastic, no heat at all.”

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