Page 8 of I Love Rock n Wine

“Long line at the bathroom?” he teased, and I shook my head.

“Run in with a friend. Told them I wasn’t being kidnapped.”

“Hmm, that’s a shame. Can’t say I’ve ever done it, but I wouldn’t be above trying,” he whispered, leaning in even closer. I licked my lips, not sure if I was all for being kidnapped, or all for being teased and flirted with. Either way, I liked where this was going.

“Well, I might not be above you trying either. It would be an epic conclusion to a very nice night.”

“Huh, not sure I’ve ever had someone call a date, nice.” I popped a brow up at that.

“Date? This is a date? You didn’t ask me out, I ran into you.”

“And kept me company all evening, where we ate, and talked. Then you proceeded to give me your number and I would kiss you goodnight.”I chewed on my lower lip as I smirked.That was a very smooth line.

Not that I heard many of them, but it was a good one. I held out my hand, grinning all the more as he put his phone in it.I clicked the phone icon and entered my name and number, sending a quick call to myself.

“Now, you can probably stalk me, Heath.”

“Thought it would be you stalking me, Tiff.” I lifted my shoulder in a slight shrug. Wasn’t going to get into semantics with him on that one. “I really did enjoy tonight. It’s been a long ass time since I felt like myself.You did that.”

“I’m glad I could,” I whispered, moving even closer to him. His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing over the apple, and I felt my heart start in a pattern I hadn’t known before. “I’d like to do itagain soon.”

“Me too.”With that, he pulled me closer, his lips brushing over mine and I swear, I felt my body leave the Earth and enter a realm I hadn’t known existed.

I couldn’t even begin to give the number of times I watched this man hold a mic up to his lips and belt out song after song, getting the crowd into his music.And I couldn’t give a number of how many times I’ve dreamed, wished, wanted, and yearned for this man’s lips to be pressed against mine.

And now that they were?

Fucking. Wonderful.

There was just no other way to describe it. His lips were soft, plump, and yet firm. Which made kissing him a whole other level of desire I didn’t even know I could feel. Or want.In fact, I was struggling not to pull him closer. Or not to climb in his lap and do wicked things to him.

Not to mention the way his tongue felt against mine, with mine, entangled and battling.

Holy. Shit.

Could hefreakin’ass kiss.

I had no doubt that Jameson had his fair share of groupies. I know he had a decent number of ex-girlfriends. And how any could walk away from a man who could rock your world just by a kiss, was beyond me.

It took all my willpower not to whimper when he pulled away. I mean, I probably could have kept on for hours if he had let me.When I felt I had my raging hormones in check, I blinked my eyes open, a smile tugging at my lips.

“I lied.”

That had my heart stopping.

“About?” I asked.

“I just don’t want to see you in the future because of your laugh, Tiff. I want more of those lips.”

Swoon. Worthy.

“Done deal,” I muttered, tossing him a wink. He stood up, smirking in response.

“I’ll text you.”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me alone with a stupid, dreamy smile painted on my lips. I looked over at the doorway, watching Rickyshake his head before turning around.Let him be pissed, I couldn’t care.Not right now anyway.

I walked back to my friends, giving them a sheepish grin. I waved as I grabbed my purse, ordered myself an Uber, and then called the one person who might understand what I had to tell her: Charlene.

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