Page 90 of The Wrong Date Deal

August’s gaze ran over her face, lit perfectly by the building’s outdoor lanterns. “It was… definitely one I’d like to do again?”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

She unleashed the smile, full and radiant. “Lucky, really, since we’d be stuck spending tomorrow together even if it had gone badly.”

August hummed in agreement, stepping a little closer to her. “Kind of a wild decision on our part not to reschedule after Ford and Hermes picked tomorrow as moving day.”

“Oh, well, you know, it’s the only night we could go to the studio.”

“Right. That’s all it was.”

She nodded, biting her bottom lip. Her snow-white teeth were so bright against the red lipstick. “Not at all because we knew it would go so well we didn’t have to worry about tomorrow.”

“Not at all.”

Piper reached out, her fingers wrapping around August’s lapels. “Although, right now, it is a little frustrating that our date has to get cut short.”

“Mm. Maybe we did pick the wrong night.”

“No,” she whispered, long and slow and soft, as she pulled August forward, into her body.

August’s hands settled on Piper’s hips and the movement set her heart racing even through all the layers of clothing.

Piper held August’s gaze as she said, “Just to be very, very clear, we have an early morning tomorrow, and I don’t sleep with people on the first date, and I don’t, for one second, want you to think this is just about sex.”

“Understood, and agreed,” August replied. It wasn’t the smoothest response she could have given but she was lost in Piper’s eyes and the feeling of their bodies pressed together again. And she did agree—with all of it.

Piper smiled and nodded. “So. In that case, how do you feel aboutkissingon the first date?”

“In general?” Her eyes flickered down to Piper’s lips. “Or with you?”

One of Piper’s hands slid up August’s coat. Her fingers caressed August’s throat until she held her jawline, her thumb resting on August’s chin, just below her lip. “With me.”

August gasped as Piper’s thumb ran, featherlight, over her lips. “Great. Really, really great.”

Piper smirked as she used the hand still gripping August’s lapel to pull them even closer together. Her hand slipped along August’s jaw to play across the soft skin behind her earlobe. August’s entire body was trembling with the need to kiss her.

Their breaths, white clouds in the cold night, mingled together, inseparable, as Piper brushed her nose against August’s, their heads tilting from side to side, lips almost—almost—touching.

“Piper,” August moaned quietly.

Piper hummed and finally closed the aching distance between them.

Her lips were soft but needy against August’s, and, however much August had wanted this, she could feel Piper wanting it every bit as much.

One of her hands wrapped around Piper’s back, holding her close. The other ran up her front, vaguely aware of the feeling of Piper’s body under her thick coat, and laced its way into Piper’s hair. And they kissed like nothing else in the world mattered, like they had all the time in the universe to do so.

Piper’s hands wound their way down August’s body and teased their way up under her coat.

August gasped into the kiss when freezing cold fingers touched her waist—Piper’s cold hands directly on her bare skin.

“Sorry,” Piper said urgently into the kiss, barely breaking apart.

“Mm. No,” August replied quickly, moving to grip Piper’s arms and hold her hands under her shirt, against her skin.

“Okay,” Piper said, laughing, as she pressed her palms against August’s lower back.

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