Page 24 of Stolen Kiss

“That’s all I need to know for now,” he answered lifting her chin with the tip if his finger. She looked ahead into the darkness. The houses on the other side of the street in darkness. Jason then pinched her chin lightly between his finger and thumb to turn her head. When she was looking at his face in the dark, she felt his breath on her mouth.

“Maybe a goodnight kiss for now?” he asked.

Jason didn’t wait and dipped his head to kiss her.

She wanted to cry at the contact. His mouth was soft on hers. She dropped her head back until it leaned on his arm. On the third press of his lips he swiped, and she opened for him. Then his tongue slid in so slowly she thought she’d combust. Her nipples were hard as he curled his free hand around her waist pulling her into his chest. One of her hands was trapped between them but the one that wasn’t lifted to rest at his nape. This was a bad idea but she couldn’t stop her reaction to grown-up Jason Turner. He knew what he was doing, and she hated to think how many women it took to perfect the way he kissed her.

Jason was always a good kisser, but this kiss was incendiary. She opened wider and pressed closer as he held her tightly. They were necking in the golf buggy like they were teenagers. When the thought of inviting him into her home entered her head, she knew it was time to break the kiss. She pulled away and turned her head to look the other way. The side of her house had never been so interesting as she caught her breath and willed her heart rate to slow the hell down.

“Heidi, look at me,” Jason whispered.

It was late, nearing midnight and the part of the island they were parked was quiet. She turned her head back, and he nuzzled her neck.

“I had a great evening. Can we meet again on Saturday?” Jason asked.

“I can’t, I have the final gig race. The amateurs were last Saturday, this Saturday it’s the semi-professionals and my boat it going to win.”

“Is that right?” he said chuckling.

“Yeah, we’re gonna beat the boys, all three boats. Bragging rights are at stake and so is a game of trivia pursuit.”

Jason frowned, waiting for further explanation but it would’ve taken too long to explain. If she didn’t peel herself off Jason, she was in danger of dragging him inside her house.

“I’d like to see that. I’ll come and watch, then make you dinner.”

“I can’t. I go on a pub crawl after, it’s tradition and hope I can get sober enough to make it to mum and dad’s for Sunday lunch without throwing up.”

“Is that also tradition?”

“Not throwing up?” she asked.

“No, Sunday lunch with your parents.”

“Yeah. Since mum… well for a very long time Freya’s family and my family always spend Sundays together.”

Thankfully Jason didn’t question her on her almost statement and pressed a kiss to her mouth and pulled back.

“Well if its permitted, I’ll cheer on the side lines, bring Archer and Erica down to watch Heidi Shaw row to victory.”

“Okay,” she said quietly.

“Okay.”

Jason kissed her again deeply and then got out the buggy to walk her to her door and then kissed her again. She eventually pushed him away and let herself in while Jason stood in the middle of the road with his hands in his pockets.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he said and turned on his heel up the road to Turner Hall.

Freya’s door opened a crack, and she popped her head out.

“I better be getting tea in the morning, Heidi Shaw. That kiss was something else.”

Before Heidi could answer the door was closed and she heard the chain sliding across. Shaking her head, Heidi closed her front door and slide the bolt across at the top. Then she kicked the bolt at the bottom and toed off her boots. With heavy feet she trudged up the stairs in a Jason Turner daze and flopped onto the bed wondering what the hell was going on.

Chapter Nine

Jason

He led Archer and Erica along the quayside near the bottom of the path that led up to Turner Hall. The place was packed with barely a square foot of space. He spotted a gap and let Archer usher Erica to the wall. Archer pressed against her back hemming her in and wrapping his arms around her. Erica had a million-dollar smile for the cameras but watching her look out to the boats getting in line, her smile was wide with wonder and happiness.

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