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“That would be a problem,” he said solemnly. “For the kissing, I mean.”
“Why do I have to do it?” she asked.
“Do what?”
“Start something. In the movies, the kiss is magic. And the guy initiates it. I’m almost positive.”
He smirked. “You must have signed up for that really cheap cable. The one where they show only old movies. Twenty-first-century women are vixens. Warriors. Princesses. They don’t wait for some dumb jock hero to get around to the first kiss.”
“But it wouldn’t be our first kiss,” she pointed out. “So why can’t you do it?”
“You know why, Fliss. You’re living under my roof. Doing me a favor. For me to make the first move would be sleazy.”
“I like sleazy,” she said desperately. “And I swear I’ll respect you in the morning.”
He threw back his head and laughed. The sound was deep and magical, luring her to her doom.
Felicity felt the spell wrap its tentacles around her, and she didn’t even care. “Oh. All. Right,” she said. “Come closer.”
He blinked, as if she had surprised him. “I thought we were flirting for the hell of it. Are you sure, baby? Or is it the wine talking? You never could hold your liquor.”
“Shut up, Wynn. I’m going to kiss you.” Slowly, as if he was a wild animal who might bite, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You have the most beautiful eyes. I’ve never seen that color on any other man.”
“Have there been a lot?” He shook his head, visibly chagrinned. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”
She rubbed her nose against his, teased his upper lip with the tip of her tongue. “It’s okay. We’re both adults. I don’t mind giving you my number. It’s three. Four if you count a blind date where the guy kissed me in the back of an Uber, groped my boobs and threw up in my lap.”
“You’re making that up.”
“Nope.”
“Men really are pigs.”
Felicity smiled. “Present company excluded.”
His chest rose and fell rapidly, despite his apparent calm. “I’ll take that as a compliment. But Fliss...”
“Hmm?” She traced the shell of his ear with her fingernail, first the left, then the right.
“Fliss...” This time louder.
“Hmm?” She was in a daze, enjoying the naughty game.
“Are you ever going to kiss me?”
She leaned back so she could see his face. The note of desperation in his voice was gratifying. “Is there a problem?” she asked, the words dripping with innocence.
“Don’t push me too far, darlin’. I have my limits.”
The male frustration in his voice made heat curl between her legs. “You can take over anytime. I’m not stopping you.”
He gripped her shoulders—tight, but not too tight. Letting her know he meant business. “Kiss me, Fliss. Or go to your room.”
“Ooh,” she said. “Are we playing headmaster and schoolgirl now?”
His face darkened. His brow was damp, perhaps from sitting too close to the fire. “Swear to God, Fliss. This isn’t funny. Do it.”
She leaned closer and pressed her lips to his, sliding her tongue inside. The taste of him had aged well. Intoxicating but with a hint of sweet.
