Page 38 of The Kiss Keeper
Natalie’s sweet gasps and petal-soft lips had him reeling. He watched as the shock in her eyes disappeared. She blinked them closed and leaned in, pressing her hands to his chest. They fit together like the last piece of a puzzle, clicking into place, no doubt as to where they belonged in the world. He tilted her head, and she sighed, allowing their tongues to meet in a sensual ebb and flow of warm, wet heat.
“Natalie,” he whispered, pulling back a fraction before sliding her onto his lap.
He needed to have her closer. He wanted every part of her pressed to him. She threaded her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, and his cock strained against his pants. Her breaths came in tight gasps, and he gripped her ass, shifting her body to straddle him as her breasts pressed against his chest, and her soft, supple curves met his hard angles.
He wasn’t one for kissing. He was more of a get-to-the-fucking guy. But he’d gladly kiss Natalie Callahan all night long. Unfortunately, a blow to his arm put the brakes on their kissing session.
He stared at the ground where an ugly as hell shoe rested, then glanced over at Leslie, wild-eyed, with another Dr. Scholl’s clog in her hand, ready to throw in their direction.
“Time-out, Porn Hub! We said to kiss, not dry-hump!” Leslie bit out then chucked the shoe.
This time, he was ready and caught it then tossed it to the ground. But he didn’t give a damn about a pair of orthopedic shoes and turned his attention back to the beautiful trench-wearing brunette on his lap.
“I think we nailed truth or dare. Are you ready to call it a night?”
Natalie brushed her fingertips over her kiss-swollen lips. “Okay,” she replied on a dreamy exhale.
“Okay,” he echoed, trying to sound all business and not reveal that their first kiss may have been the best kiss of his life as he lifted her back into his arms.
Natalie glanced around the courtyard in a daze. “Which cottage is ours?”
“The one on the far right!” Lara chirped, then held out her phone. “Hey, do you guys want to see the video of that meat-eating show? Marcus found it!”
“Shut up, Lara!” Leslie bit out, then stormed off toward one of the darkened cottages with Leo, plucking his wife’s shoes from the ground, then skulking back to their cabin.
Jake shared a look with Natalie. It was like they were in the twilight zone.
He turned to podiatry’s Tweedledum and Tweedledee. “Thanks for the offer, Marcus, but we’re going to pass on that meat video. Maybe another time.”
“Sure thing, dude!” Marcus replied, sounding more like a surfer than a doctor.
Jake shrugged off the crazy-town cousins and followed the dirt path up to the darkened cottage. He shifted a still-dazed Natalie in his arms to open the door then whisked her inside.
“So that kiss…” he remarked as he set her down.
It was better to address it and move on.
She turned on a lamp, and a warm pool of light lit the cozy space. “Probably, a good thing to get out of the way. And, now, we don’t have to worry about my cousins wondering if we’ve had intercourse.”
He stared at her lips. Why couldn’t he stop staring at her lips?
He blinked, but it didn’t help. “Can we stop saying intercourse?”
Natalie cocked her head to the side. “What’s wrong with intercourse?”
“Nothing is wrong with intercourse. I love intercourse,” he sputtered.
“Then why can’t we say it?” she pressed.
That kiss. That amazing as hell kiss had turned his mind to mush.
He took a step toward her. “Because every time you say intercourse, all I want—”
“Is to have intercourse,” she finished.
They stood in the dim room, staring at each other.
“We are two people hypothetically capable of intercourse,” he mused, taking another step toward her.
