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If he agreed it could also be bad for their friendship.
Which was why she started with, “Promise me we’ll always be friends because we’ve always been friends. It’s not worth throwing away because of a weird wrinkle in the universe where we explored a possibly brief attraction for each other.”
“Never,” he agreed without hesitation. “I’d never let you go, Sab. You know that.” His eyebrows were a pair of angry slashes.
“I know. I wanted to say it before I made a suggestion.”
“Which is?”
“I think you should kiss me again.”
He didn’t react like she thought. He didn’t recoil, nor did he lean forward. He stood motionless, watching her as carefully as a hunter approaching a skittish deer.
“I’m pretty sure that moment on the pier was a fluke,” she continued. “And since we never really talked about it, and I was caught off guard, I thought if we tried it again we could finally put it behind us. Especially if this time there aren’t any sparks.”
“You felt sparks?” His question was an interested murmur as he closed the gap between them.
Yes.
“I...it’s an expression.” She pressed her lips together.
“And you think we should try again to make sure there are no...sparks.” Seeming more comfortable with the idea than she was, he lifted a hand and slid his fingers into her hair. When those fingertips touched the back of her scalp, a shot of desire blasted through her limbs.
She swallowed thickly. “Then we can go back to...to...the way things were before.”
“Friends without kissing.”
“Friends without kissing.”
His other hand moved to her hip, and his fingers were in her hair. She’d seen Flynn kiss other women before, but she’d never paid close attention. Now she couldn’t not pay attention.
It was as if the world had tipped violently on its axis, putting her squarely in his personal space and sharpening her awareness to a fine point.
She heard his breathing speed up, felt his heart thudding under her hand when she placed her palm on his chest. His eyelids drew down as he tilted her head gently and moved his mouth closer to hers.
Instinctively, she did the same.
When their mouths met, it wasn’t surprising or awkward. The kiss was tender and curious as he stroked her jaw with his thumb and moved his mouth over hers. He opened, encouraging her to do the same. She complied, accepting his tongue on hers.
And, Oh, yes, please, God, don’t stop.
It was like someone plugged her into a power source. Her body vibrated with need as her mouth moved eagerly over his. She couldn’t get enough of the new, unfamiliar taste. Their tongues kept rhythm without their trying. Stroke, in. Stroke, out. It was mind-numbingly incredible.
He moved his hand from her hip to her back and tightened his hold. Her thundering heartbeat echoed between her legs as blood thrummed in her ears.
Then he pulled away, his chest moving up and down beneath her fingers, his eyes a murky, dark ocean blue. His hips tilted forward of their own volition and that’s when she felt it. The very determined ridge of his erection pressing into her belly.
Her mouth opened and closed once, then twice, but no sounds emerged. He’d yet to let go of her and she’d yet to untangle herself from his hold.
There weren’t sparks this time around, that was an honest-to-goodness forest fire. An atom bomb. The burning surface of a thousand suns.
She blinked, wanting to I Dream of Jeannie herself back into last week before her entire life turned into a friends-to-lovers romance, but her surroundings didn’t so much as wiggle.
Which meant this was real.
She was attracted to Flynn. For real.
And given his physical reaction and the way he was leaning in for another taste of her lips, it seemed Flynn was just as attracted to her.
