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“I don’t know,” I heard myself saying, with the same automatic defensiveness she’d admitted to in herself. “It was over awfully fast.”
The sly gleam came back into Dess’s eyes. She set her mug down on the nearest table and stepped toward me. “Well, I guess there’s one easy way to confirm.”
Then she grasped my shirt by the collar and bobbed up to capture my mouth with hers.
I’d been lying when I’d said I didn’t remember whether I liked the last kiss, and this one brought that lie into sharp relief in an instant. I liked this—hell yes, I did.
I ran my fingers along her jaw and tugged her just a little closer to deepen the kiss, savoring the tart sweetness of her mouth the way she’d reveled in her drink. Her arms wound around the back of my neck, and I couldn’t resist bringing my other hand to her hips and pulling her flush against me.
She let out a little growl that electrified me from head to toe. When she ground her groin against mine, I just about spontaneously combusted.
Holy hell, this was some woman. Why had I wanted to avoid getting tangled up in her again?
My cock had hardened in an instant, straining against the fly of my jeans. I kissed Dess harder, flicking my tongue between her lips to duel with hers. Her fingers curled against my scalp with a flurry of sparks, and I nudged her backward so she was pinned between me and the wall. The way her body molded against mine, somehow soft and tough all at once, had my nerves clanging with need.
Just how long could I wait before I buried myself right inside her?
No sooner had that question crossed my mind than footsteps thumped on the steps leading to the deck. With a mumbled curse, I tore myself away from Dess. I jerked my shirt straight and willed the flush on my skin to cool just as Talon appeared at the top of the stairs.
He looked from me to Dess, who’d propped herself against the wooden wall with her arms folded over her chest as if nothing at all unusual had been going on. The moonlight shone off his shaved head. His icy blue eyes gave no sign of suspicion, but Talon might not have cared even if he could guess what we’d been up to.
“Dinner’s here,” he said. “Steffie brought takeout from that Greek place down the street.”
Dess straightened up. “Great. I’m starving.”
Talon nodded and headed back down. Dess started after him, but as she passed me, she brushed her hand across mine.
“So,” she murmured. “Do we have a verdict?”
It took a second for my brain to catch up. My cocky attitude snapped back into place over the walls I’d dropped for just a moment.
“I liked it just as much as you did,” I replied dryly, and ignored the pang of longing that resonated through me at the flash of her smile before I watched her graceful form move down the stairs ahead of me.
Maybe even more. And that right there still felt like a problem.
