Page 30 of Over the Edge

“Iknowthat,” she replied impatiently. She moved up beside him. “What I really want to know is what you think of our kiss.”

He stared straight ahead, refusing to look at her. His lips didn’t even move when he ground out, “I don’t think of it at all.”

Liar. And the fact that he was lying about it told her ithadaffected him. So much that he couldn’t or wouldn’t talk about it with her.

Interesting.

They shuffled onto the jet bridge, which was beastly hot, in spite of loud air conditioners blasting into the narrow passageway. The line shuffled and stopped, shuffled and stopped.

Without warning, Trevor whipped around, backed her up against the wall, and kissed her.

Full on. His mouth was demanding against hers, and shock roared through her as his heat and voracious hunger registered. His unleashed desire soaked through her shirt, scalding her skin.

Desire exploded through her. She’d been waiting for exactly this for so freaking long. She kissed him back with all the pent up desire she’d hoarded for the past year. The release ripped through her, tearing her into tiny bits of emotional confetti.

His right hand slid beneath the weight of her hair, unbound and falling down her back, today. The kiss gentled, but then deepened into more. Much more. A silent apology, an expression of real caring, an acknowledgement that there could be so much more between them than this.

She realized she was leaning into him, kissing him back with all the emotion rushing through her.What the heck.It wasn’t like they were ever going to do this again. It might as well be a kiss for the ages.

She pulled his head down to hers, and he pressed her back even more heavily against the wall, kissing her with his whole being. His left arm slipped around her waist and he lifted her to him. She molded her body eagerly to his as her lips opened beneath his, inviting him in.

His tongue plunged into her mouth, and she swirled her own tongue seductively around his. He groaned in the back of his throat. Lust roared through her as she relished the power of seducing him back. His mouth slashed hungrily across hers, returning the favor—

“You’re holding up the line, Romeo,” someone complained from behind them.

Trevor jerked away from her. His eyes were dazed as he moved forward. Thank goodness he wasn’t unaffected by that. As for her, her heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest, it was pounding so hard.

It was all. Right. There.

Passion. Laughter. Friendship. Maybe even love.

Theirs for the taking. And yet, he was choosing—again—to disengage from it. From her.

No surprise, he didn’t look back at her once as he boarded the jet and made his way down the narrow aisle.

Shaken to her shoes, she stumbled after him, stowing her rucksack in an overhead bin and falling into the seat beside him. He had lifted the seat rest, pushing it out of the way. Which meant that, in the close quarters of the airplane seats, her entire side smashed up against his.

“What the hell was that?” she whispered.

“What was what?” he asked blandly.

She used her finger to jab him in the side.

“Hey!” he protested. “Why’d you poke me?”

“Just checking to see if you’re a robot or an actual human being.”

He rolled his eyes at her.

“Seriously, Trevor. What was that?”

“That, my dear girl, was a kiss. It’s when two people touch lips as a sign of desire, affection, or greeting.”

It was her turn to roll her eyes. “Which was it? Desire, affection, or greeting?”

“In this case, it was more of a tactic to shut you up.”

“That’s a big, fat whopper of a lie, and you know it!”

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