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“Like this.” He lowered his lips to mine and licked my lips with his tongue as though he was demanding entrance. When I opened to him, it moved against mine, tentative at first, then more demanding.
Press was kissing me, and it felt so right. Better than right. It was perfect. I wove my fingers in his hair, determined to hold him there if he tried to pull away. He didn’t. He kept kissing me. It was slow, languorous, breathtaking. And then it wasn’t. His mouth plundered mine, and I returned the kiss with all the passion he’d unleashed.
We both startled and took a step back when we heard the front door open and footsteps headed in our direction.
“Lavery, Luisa, forgive the interruption,” Martin said, looking from his son to me, then back again.
“Not at all, Father. Good morning.”
“Good morning,” he responded.
I turned toward the window, knowing my cheeks were flushed and my lips swollen from Press’ ravishing.
“I was about to make breakfast if you’d like to join us,” Press offered.
“Much appreciated, but I think I’ll retire to my room and get some more rest.”
“Of course. Sleep well.”
I didn’t say anything or turn around even after the sound of his footfalls grew fainter.
“Luisa, I—”
I looked over my shoulder at him. “Press, if you apologize, I swear I’ll throttle you.”
He turned me in his arms. “I will never regret kissing you.”
“You make it sound as though it won’t happen again.”
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PRESS
“Nothing could be further from what I desire.”
“Then, kiss me again.”
As I lowered my mouth to hers, something outside caught my eye. What in the bloody hell was my brother doing back, and whynow,of all times?
I brushed her lips, then pulled away.
“What’s wrong?”
“Beau,” I said, motioning with my head.
“He’s here?” she gasped.
My gut clenched, wondering if Luisa would be the one regretting our kiss. “It appears so.”
“I thought…It doesn’t matter what I thought.”
The front door opened, but she didn’t release her hold from around my waist even when I relaxed my arms.
“Anyone home?” Beau hollered from the foyer.
“In here,” I shouted back, turning both Luisa and me to face the room’s entrance. My arm remained around her shoulders and hers around my waist.
“Hi,” he said, stopping before coming all the way into the room. “I’d ask if I’m interrupting, but…” Rather than finish his sentence, he laughed. When neither Luisa nor I made any move to separate, Beau cocked his head.
