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The corners of my mouth tipped up in a smile as I leaned in. A heartbeat later, my lips touched hers.
Jolts of electricity shot through my body, a fluttering sensation hitting the center of my chest. It took superhuman effort to keep my hands from drifting too far as my lips and tongue coaxed and teased hers.
And when a moan crawled up her throat, the sound of it had my cock throbbing.
One moan.
One kiss.
What would this woman do to me when we took things between us further than a simple kiss at the end of a date?
I didn’t know who I was trying to kid.
There was nothing about Iris and the way she kissed that was simple.
It was gorgeous, unrelenting, and utterly seductive.
She moaned again, and this time, I groaned, slid my tongue against hers one more time, and begrudgingly tore my mouth from hers. I rested my forehead againsthers, both of us attempting to get our breathing under control.
“Wow,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Wow.”
I pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. When I pulled back a second time, she urged my mouth to hers again and slid her tongue past my lips. I captured it, tasting her again, and realizing I’d never tire of this. Not in a hundred years.
Eventually, we separated our mouths from one another again. “I should get going so I can get back here to pick you up in the morning.”
“Yeah. Okay.” Her words were a breathy whisper.
Smiling against her mouth, I said, “Goodnight, Iris.”
She kissed me again. “Goodnight, Landen.”
I touched my lips to her cheek, took the steps down off her porch, and waited until she opened her door and stepped inside before I walked away to my car.
By the time I got home, I thought the effects of her kiss would have worn off, but they didn’t. I could still taste her on my tongue.
Tomorrow morning couldn’t come soon enough.
NINETEEN
Iris
My fingertips rested lightly on my lips. Memories ravished my brain, sending shots of warmth and desire throughout my body.
I swore I could still feel the soft touch of Landen’s lips against mine, could still taste him on my tongue.
Looking out my window and seeing him pull into my driveway only intensified those feelings. This thing between us was taking me by surprise. It had been such a long time coming, and I already felt a level of comfort with him that I didn’t think would ever be possible after only having a single date with someone. In the same breath, there was so much left to learn about him, so many details I wanted from him.
It was a wonder I was even awake now, that I’d been able to get up at a reasonable hour this morning. I’d had such a difficult time settling down last night after Landen brought me home.
From the moment I closed and locked the door after thanking him for such a lovely evening, I replayed our date over and over in my head. The dinner, the conversation, the teasing, the laughter, and especially the kiss.
Even after a day when I’d woken up early to go to the gym, put in a full day at work, and gone on a date with Landen, I didn’t feel the least bit tired. I hadn’t felt so good, so excited, about anything in my personal life in such a long time.
At some point, I’d managed to drift off, but it was hours that I’d been there, awake in my bed, remembering every little detail about our date, about the things Landen said or did to make me feel so happy.
I suspected it was the anticipation of getting more of Landen, more of his sweet words and divine kisses, that had me awake, alert, and eager to hop out of bed at a time that was far earlier than usual for a Saturday morning for me.
