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My heart leaps. “You want to kiss me?”
“Unless you’d rather wait another week?”
“No,” I whisper. “It’s close enough.”
“If you’d prefer to postpone it until I’ve taken a shower, I’ll understand. I know I’m disgusting right now.” He glances down at himself and his lips twist.
“That’s the best kind of dirty,” I say before I can think better of it.
His expression turns sultry then, filled with heat.
“See,” I say breathlessly, “if you’d looked at me like that, I’d have known how you felt immediately.”
He laughs, and then he closes the distance between us and cups my face in his hands.
“I’ve thought about this a lot,” he murmurs, making my heart race. Then he lowers his lips to mine.
I inhale and hold my breath as he kisses me. His hands are warm on my face, and his lips are dry and firm.
A million thoughts race through my head, the main one beingoh my God, Alex Winters is kissing me!Just the nearness of him and the unexpected intimacy make my face burn. It’s been such a long time since someone’s done this.
I’ve thought about this a lot, he said. I wonder why? I’m really not that special. He’s going to be so disappointed when he gets to know me. He’s young, rich, and handsome; he could have any girl he wants. I’m not old, exactly, but I’m very ordinary, and I’m a mother, for Christ’s sake. I can’t imagine this suave, sophisticated guy has ever dated a girl with stretch marks before.
Shocked at the way he kisses me, as if the very act of our lips touching is precious to him, I stand frozen as he presses his lips to mine, and eventually he lifts his head.
“You okay?” he asks, brushing my cheeks with his thumbs.
I nod.
“Don’t forget to breathe,” he teases.
Oh shit, I’ve messed up. He’s going to think I’m a terrible kisser. My breath leaves me in a whoosh, and I moisten my lips with the tip of my tongue.
“Sorry,” I mumble, “I’m super nervous.”
“Why?”
“Because I haven’t kissed anyone for well over a year.”
“Me neither.”
“Really?”
He shakes his head.
“Why?”
He shrugs. “Haven’t met the right girl.” He picks up a strand of hair from my ponytail and slides it through his fingers. It’s a sensual, sexy gesture, as if he’s been waiting to find out how silky it is, and he looks into my eyes as he does it, his holding a lazy heat that makes my heart race.
“Want to try again?” he murmurs, looking at my mouth.
“I’m nothing special,” I whisper, fighting back tears.
“I beg to differ.”
“I’m not just saying that to provoke a compliment, Alex. When you get to know me, you’ll realize you’ve wasted your time.”
“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?” His voice holds a hint of reprimand that makes me shiver. He doesn’t like being told what to do.
