I gaze into her beautiful face. “Unless you tell me to stop, I’m going to kiss you now, Hazel Tuck.”
“It’s about time,” she says, circling her arms around my neck.
As I tilt my head down to meet hers, she cries out, “Wait! Scan the area for wildlife. I don’t want another disastrous almost-kiss.”
Laughing, I glance over my shoulder to scan the area for herons, cats, or anything else that may interfere with all my wishes finally coming true. “I think the coast is clear.”
Before she can say anything else, I press my lips to hers. She gasps, giving me room to taste her bottom lip with the tip of my tongue.
I’ve dreamed of kissing this woman for half my life. But the reality is sweeter than anything I could imagine.
And I’m never, ever letting her go.