Page 31 of So in Love
He sipped his drink and got a mustache of whipped cream for his trouble.“What’s so funny?”
She giggled again.“You have a whipped cream mustache.”
His brow climbed his forehead again.“Do I?Maybe you should lick it off.”
“Oh, don’t challenge me.”She scooted her mug to the side and did the same with the other detritus in her way.Then she pushed up from the stool and put a knee on the counter.The granite was cold and hard.She placed her palms facedown and leaned across.He held perfectly still as she licked her tongue along his upper lip.“Mmm.Delicious,” she murmured.
His mouth captured hers in a brief but searing kiss.“Very.”
She retreated across the island and plucked up the mug taking another drink.“You’re dangerous, I think.”
“I can live with that description.You’re a temptress.”
“And I can live with that.”Because she was sorely tempted.Which was why he was dangerous.She didn’t do relationships, especially with guys in small towns.But wait!That was what made him so perfect.He’d already said they had no strings—perfect.And he was into her the same way she was into him—also perfect.Best of all, he lived here and she lived in LA.So perfect.
He picked up the whipped cream can and came around the bar.She turned on the barstool until her back hit the counter behind her.
“What do you have in mind with that?”
He looked at the can and then raked his gaze over her from head to toe.“So many things.”
She whipped his shirt off over her head.“Don’t let me stop you.”
Perfect indeed.
Until it wasn’t.Which would happen sooner or later.For now, she’d enjoy the ride.
