Page 61 of Third Strike Smitten

You’re impossible.

Killian

Nah. But I’m still waiting patiently for your answer…

Me

Fine. If you must know, you’re the best kiss I’ve ever had. Happy now?

I hit send before I can think better of it. The wine is definitely doing its job, loosening my tongue, my thumbs, and my inhibitions. I shouldn’t be telling him this. I should be maintaining boundaries, not feeding his ego.

Killian

The best? Seriously? I’m going to need you to elaborate on that.

Me

No elaboration. Take the compliment and move on.

Killian

But I want details. What made it the best? Was it the way I held you? The way I used my tongue? The way I made you feel like the only woman in the world?

It was all those things.

Definitely the way you held me.

The way your hand pushed through my hair at the back of my neck.

The way your other hand held my waist, your fingers digging into my skin like I was your lifeline.

The way you allowed yourself to relax and breathe me in.

The softness of your tongue.

The strength of your arms.

The way I felt like I belonged to you for just a moment.

The way I felt like you could see me.

All of me.

I press my thighs together, trying to ignore the heat pooling in my belly. This is dangerous territory. We’re supposed to be faking this, not actually flirting like this.

Me

You’re fishing for compliments.

Killian

Maybe. But I’m also genuinely curious. I’ve never had to work this hard to get a woman into bed before. I’m trying to figure out my approach.

Me

Your approach is fine. The answer is still no.

Killian