AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I grinned in confusion.
Her eyes searched mine like I held all the power, a sheen of fear coating them with moisture.
Only then did I realize she meant the quarterback’s playbook cheat sheet.
I took her cheek in my palm, smoothing a thumb over the apple of it softly.
Apparently, when it came to Georgia Cummings and tonight, I’d been doing just fine.
“Come on,” I coaxed, setting my drink down on a nearby table, pulling her onto the dance floor with me, and pressing her body right to mine.
Hands clasped together, I pulled them into my chest and wrapped my other arm tightly around the curve of her hip.
Her eyes followed mine and mine followed hers, a closed loop of exploration into each other. The moment picked up speed as the band played a sweet and melodic tune, and the rest of the room faded completely away.
My chest felt tight with anticipation of what was to come—right now, in this moment, and beyond, as I gave myself over to getting to know this amazing woman.
Our weight shifted from foot to foot and our hips swayed, very much moving but, at the same time, fighting with everything we had to stay stagnantly lost in that moment.
Without thought or delay, I leaned in, touching my lips to hers for a full second before I felt the tension leave her body and her eyes fluttered closed.
Tentative but bold, her lips began to move under mine, exploring on their own rather than waiting for my invitation.
I abandoned her hand at my chest immediately and sought the solace of her hair instead, entrenching my hand and using its leverage to pull her lips even closer.
A sigh bounced from her mouth to mine as I focused on her bottom lip, pulling it between my own and sucking ever so slightly.
She tasted like the sweet cherry notes of her wine, and my tongue shot out to lick up another drop. When the tip of her tongue touched mine, everything else was lost.
Time.
Space.
All sense of propriety and appropriateness for a crowded dance floor at a Children’s Hospital benefit. My hand left her hip, circling around on a path straight for the cheek of her ass.
When the corners of her lips tipped up despite their connection to mine, I knew I’d never experienced anything sexier than a woman unable to withhold a smile while we kissed.
“Kline,” she whispered, pulling away and smiling without inhibition.
Just the way she said my name had me groaning.
“God, I know. Not the time.” I pulled her close to me and practically dragged the two of us off the dance floor. The band had started to transition into an old Grand Funk Railroad song, “Some Kind of Wonderful,” anyway. In the haze of my peripheral vision, I could see other couples head in the direction we’d just come, and amongst the shuffle and swing of their active bodies, our lip-locked, fully intertwined ones would have been even more obvious.
I grabbed Georgia’s wrist lightly, and her pulse thrummed and fluttered under the tips of my fingers. The feeling made my grip tighten minutely as I turned her to face me.
Her hair hung in a veil around her face, but I could actually feel our chemistry in the air between us.
When I pulled her body flush with mine, she tipped her chin so that she could look straight into my eyes.
Her signature blue eyes were shining with emotion, but something else wasn’t right.
She was still beautiful, but her face—something was different. Her lipstick-smeared lips looked to be twice their normal size.
“Um, Georgia—”
“Georgie,” she corrected while looking up at me sweetly. She fluttered her lashes coyly, but I barely even noticed. I couldn’t look away from her mouth.
“Right. Georgie.” I steeled myself. “Listen, I know this is a weird question, but you wouldn’t happen to have had some light work done, would you?”
“Work?” she asked, oblivious.
“Yeah, you know. Work.”
She shook her head and smiled a little, clearly still in the fog from our kiss. I wished I was. “I don’t know what you’re asking.”
I coughed to clear my throat and wiped the building sweat from my brow. This wasn’t a good idea. Asking women questions like this was never a good idea.
Maybe I should just pretend not to notice.
“Kline?”
Shit. Were they getting bigger?
“I don’t know,” I fumbled. “Some kind of lip filler that has a delayed reaction, maybe?”
“Wip fiwer?” She tried again, her nose scrunching with the effort. “Wip fiwer. Wipppp fiwer.”
Concern blanketed my face and hers turned distraught.
“Oh, sit. Sit sit sit.”
“Sit?”
“Not sit. Siiit.” She dropped her face into her hands. “Sit.”
“Ohhh,” I said in realization, picking her face up out of her hands to find her lips and the palms that had just touched them swelling at an alarming rate. “Shit, Georgie.”
