Page 11 of Their Stolen Kisses
“Maybe Noah just needs some time,” Diana encouraged me. “Kids all grow up differently.”
“Maybe. I hope so.”
Diana made a show of standing and hefting her purse. “I should probably get going. Will you let me know the next time you need a nanny?”
“Sure, sure, of course,” I said quickly, following her toward the door. “Again, thanks for everything. Noah doesn’t usually open up so fast, and he’s never asked to see any nanny I’ve hired before.”
“I-” Diana paused, lips parted slightly, a little flustered by my closeness to her. Wait, I meant to stop walking two steps ago. Or walk to the door and open it. How had I ended up standing here, face to face with Diana, so close to her smooth skin framed by its luscious curls? “I feel, uh, flattered,” she managed, her voice lower than usual, but no less sweet.
“Can I - can I give you one more thing? Before you leave?” My own voice was deep, husky, captivated by the vision in front of me, and my heart had seemed to have displaced itself jumping up and down in my chest.
“One more thing?” Every eyelash moved softly to meet as she blinked lazily. Her azure eyes were hypnotic. I could only move closer, and I was so close already...
I closed the remaining distance between us and kissed her soft pink lips.
One more thing.
This was a kiss I’d daydreamed about. Every day at the office, I heard Diana talking and watched her lips move and wondered what it would feel like if they moved against mine, taking what I gave her and begging for more.
It was me. I was begging for more - begging myself for more, because this might be my only chance to kiss Diana. So, after that first, perfect, incredible kiss, I lingered, taking one more long, selfish kiss for myself.
Then the moment ended, and our lips were freed to talk. Except that I couldn’t speak. What had I done?
Diana reached up, fixed her hair, and swallowed to fade the pink blush in her cheeks. “One more thing? That was two more things.”
