Page 47 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

Kaisen glanced at me. “What?”

I shook my head, my cheeks burning. I couldn’t believe I actually asked the question. It just came out. And now I felt like an idiot. “Never mind. It’s stupid.”

But Kaisen didn’t let it go. He pulled the car over to the side of the road, putting it in park before turning to face me. “Dorie, what are you talking about?”

I hesitated, my heart pounding. Why did this man make me want to talk? I should not care what he thought about me. “I just feel like I don’t measure up. Eliza’s this successful lawyer, and Cullen’s this Wall Street guy, and you’re you. And I’m just a baker. I didn’t go to Harvard. I didn’t even finish community college. I’m not like you guys.”

Kaisen stared at me for a long moment. His expression gave nothing away. Then he reached out, his hand gripping the back of my neck as he pulled me in for a kiss. I gasped, but I didn’t pull away. Instead, I found myself kissing him back as the rain pounded against the car.

When we finally pulled away, both of us were breathing hard. I stared at him, my mind racing. What had just happened? Was this a mistake? The look on Kaisen’s face was hard to read, and for a moment, I wondered if he regretted it. But then he ran his thumb along his lower lip, his eyes dark with heat.

“You taste like vanilla,” he said, his voice low. “I was wondering about that.”

I blinked, my cheeks burning. “What?”

He smirked, his hand still resting on the back of my neck. “You always smell like sugar and vanilla. I’ve been wondering what you taste like.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I just stared at him, my heart pounding. Kaisen cleared his throat and put the car in drive. “Let’s get you home.”

He pulled back onto the street. I sat there in stunned silence, my mind racing. What the hell was I supposed to do now? Kaisen had just kissed me, and I’d kissed him back. But what did that mean? Was this just a fling or was it something more?

I couldn’t help but replay the kiss in my mind. The way his hand had felt on my neck, the way his lips had pressed against mine… it had been intense, overwhelming, and completely unexpected. And I wanted it again. I wished it had lasted longer. I wished I had been more present in the moment, but he had taken me by surprise. I was lucky I remembered to breathe.