Page 73 of Save the Drama for your Mama
Melody glanced at my lips. “Wimp.”
“This is the weirdest foreplay I have ever seen, but I am oddly fascinated by it,” Larissa said, then glanced past us down the aisle. “Do they sell popcorn here?”
“Come on, lovebirds. Pucker up!” Lucinda said, tapping her foot.
Glancing down at Melody’s lips, my only thought was to kiss the hell out of them. I swallowed hard, stepped closer, our mouths inches apart.
I whispered, “Don’t ask for what you can’t handle.”
A smile formed on Melody’s face, and it almost did me in. “I bet you’d love to find out exactly what I can or cannot handle.”
Wait, what?
She was daring me, right?
Or was that just my wild imagination?
More like my wildest fantasy . . .
Either way, I needed to make sure I was reading her correctly and proceed with caution, because the last thing I needed was a kick in the bean bag.
When Melody licked her lips, I just couldn’t take it anymore.
I grabbed her by the waist, pulled her against me, leaned down, and pressed my lips to hers. Her tiny moan set off a reaction I didn’t anticipate being quite so strong. I deepened the kiss, melting against her soft lips.
Everything around us disappeared, and all I could focus on was the chemistry burning between us, and the possibility of it setting the hotel on fire.
I pulled her tighter, losing myself in her kiss, wanting more, needing more.
Melody’s hands traveled the length of my chest, then back down across my abs, snaking around my back on a straight course to my moneymaker.
Wait, were the ladies cheering Melody on? There also seemed to be some type of commotion brewing in the store, crashing, banging, people talking loudly.
Our lips parted, both of us out of breath, both of us trying to regain our composure as we glanced around.
“What the hell?” I said.
It was like a tornado had touched down inside the store.
Sunglasses, hats, T-shirts, and beach towels were strewn about the floor. A metal rack had toppled over, postcards were scattered everywhere.
Lucinda stood there frozen with her mouth agape.
Larissa had her phone pointed at us, most likely taking a video.
The shopkeeper rushed over, face flushed. “I’m going to have to ask you two to leave.” His stern tone barely concealed an amused smile.
“How do you know we even did that?” I asked. “It could have been the ghost of Kate Morgan.”
Melody snorted.
“Oh, no, it was definitely you two, bing-bonging around the shop like balls in a pachinko machine,” Larissa added helpfully.
“Now,” the man said.
“No problem,” I said.
We glanced at each other sheepishly, hands clasped together, as we made our way out of the shop, with Lucinda and Larissa right behind us. The memory of the magical kiss would remain with me forever, but we for sure had to find a more private place next time.
