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So she kissed him back.
She clutched at the fabric of his T-shirt, right at the top of the R, hoping she wasn’t grabbing chest hair, and let herself fall into pleasure. Some weird sound emerged from her throat, and it yielded a grunt from him. The palm around her neck tightened; his thumb moved into the hairline at her temple and dug in for sensual purchase.
Then the kiss really started.
Evidently, he liked her response—her wild, uninhibited answer to his question—and he was leaning into it. His lips pressed, the kiss deepened, and tongue entered the picture. Glorious, wet, tangling tongue, and that melding had her moaning. Hearing herself awoke something inside her, a long-buried need to be worshipped, kissed, and slammed against a wall—or a cage—and taken hard.
Which is when she realized where she was and what she was doing, with her daughter somewhere close by.
She pulled back, breathless, and met the gaze of a similarly panting Dex. He looked shocked.
Welcome to the club.
He was probably horrified at what had just occurred. Likely, he didn’t mean for it to go that far, but then cougar Ashley unveiled her claws and climbed all over him like one of their more rambunctious kittens.
“Sorry,” she said quickly.
“Why?”
“For grabbing your shirt and …” She waved to fill in the rest.
“This old thing?” He looked down at the balled up, creased-ness of his shirt and chuckled. His hand was still curled around her neck, about the only thing keeping her upright. “Unless you’re sorry for me kissing you or that you kissed me back?”
“No, but my brain seemed to short-circuit there. I think I made some weirdly embarrassing sounds and—uh, I was a bit too enthusiastic. You can probably tell it’s been a while.”
He watched her, waiting while she babbled on about her poor performance and enthusiasm being no replacement for skills and how it was probably wetter than he was used to.
Then he held up the hand not fitted like a glove to the back of her neck.
“Ashley, that was a great kiss. I liked everything you did from the shirt grabbing to those throaty moans to the level of tongue involved. In fact, I’d love to do it again, maybe horizontally and with fewer clothes.”
Apparently taking her flabbergasted silence for assent, he moved in, possibly to pick up where they’d left off. Now it was her turn to hold up a hand, which she rested on his chest because, why not?
It felt absurdly natural there.
“This is where I work and my kid is—” She looked around. Only the judgmental eyes of the dogs had witnessed that. “—around here somewhere.”
She braced herself for his enthusiasm to shift at the mention of Willa. That was usually how it went.
“So only objections of the logistical variety?”
She blinked, trying to parse that statement.
“Meaning you don’t object to doing this again, but you’d prefer a more private location?”
Was he serious? He wanted … more?
“I don’t believe this is happening.”
“Why?”
She stepped back, needing distance to clear the fog of lust. “Look at you. Look at me.”
“Still hung up on what your ex said?”
She gasped. “How long were you listening at that door?”
He reached out with his thumb and ran it across her lower lip. So sensual, her knees almost buckled.
