Page 10 of Sweet Harmony

“Uh, right,”she said.

He studied her.“How many men have you kissed before?”

“Why?”

“You’re not,”he paused, “great at kissing.”

Her face was sored she was nearly sweating, and she gave him a furious look.“That’s a really rude thing to say.”

“No, justhonest. We’ll need to practice some more.”

She wanted totell him to take his idea of practice kissing and stuff it up hispiehole, but strangely the thought of kissing him again wasn’tentirely unpleasant. Besides, as much as it was a blow to her ego,he probably had a point. She’d kissed two men before him andneither of them had provoked the type of reaction that herdentist’s kiss did.

He opened thefront door and asked, “What time do you work tomorrow?”

“Uh, I need tobe at the office by nine.”

“I’ll stop byat eight and we’ll practice.” He left, shutting the door quietlybehind him, and she sank against the wall, her fingers stilltracing her lower lip. What the hell just happened?

* * *

Kira stared outthe kitchen window and sipped at her second cup of coffee. It wasjust before eight and her insides were quaking with nerves andanticipation. She patted her hair a little self-consciously as shestrained to hear a vehicle.

She was tiredand on edge. It took her much longer than usual to fall asleep lastnight. Every time she closed her eyes, she relived the touch ofConnor’s mouth against hers. The way his tongue had stroked andtasted, the feel of his erection against her belly.

She abruptlydumped her coffee down the sink and grabbed a mint from the jar inthe cupboard. She crunched it down as she checked her phone for thetime. Grace had texted her last night to see how it went withConnor. She couldn’t bring herself to tell her about the kissing,at least not over text, so she had simply said it went well and shewould tell her more later. Now, she wished she’d mentioned the kissif only to get Grace’s reaction about it. Maybe her dentist wentaround kissing random women all the time.

Idiot.

Yeah, shewas.

The doorbellrang and she jerked wildly. She left her phone on the counter andhurried to the door. She took a moment to smooth her blue pencilskirt before opening the door.

“Hello, Dr. – Imean, Connor.” Her voice was too loud.

“Good morning,Kira.”

“Come in,please.”

He stepped intothe house and she licked her lips. He was wearing a blue t-shirtwith a pair of jeans and he smelled delicious.

“Do you alwayswear cologne?” she blurted out.

He gave her anodd look and she grimaced in embarrassment. “Sorry. You smell, uh,nice.”

“Thank you,” hesaid.

He didn’t sayanything about the way she smelled, and she waited stupidly for himto tell her she smelled good. He didn’t say anything, and herembarrassment grew.

“Uh, why don’twe go into the kitchen.” She turned and walked away before he couldreply. Her stomach was churning with nerves and her hand shook whenshe reached for a coffee mug.

“Can I get youa cup of coffee?” She turned, staggering back into the counter witha nervous squeak. Connor was standing directly behind her and shestared wide eyed at him.

“I have a rootcanal at nine and can’t stay very long. Let’s get started, shallwe?” He plucked the coffee mug from her hand and set it on thecounter.

Before shecould even lick her lips in anticipation, his arm was around herwaist, his other hand on the back of her neck, and his mouth onhers.

Don’tmoan, she thought fiercely as he brushed his lips against hersin a light, gentle caress.

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