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Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
I like my relationships like I like my women, short and sweet.
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It was only supposed to be one little kiss. Two sets of lips pressed together for a few seconds. And all for the sake of charity.
That’s what it should have been. Easy peasy. But what was supposed to be, and what was turned out to be two completely different things, and here I was a month later, still thinking about that smoldering lip lock.
But it wasn’t just a kiss, and it wasn’t just the kiss that kept me distracted and horny. It was the woman herself. Mikki Mahoney. Four weeks ago she strolled up to the kissing booth and slammed a twenty dollar bill on the counter with more attitude than was necessary. But I recognized it for what it was, false bravado. The curvy little shop owner had something to prove, more to herself than to me, and that had intrigued the heck out of me. It was the only explanation for what had happened next.
“What’s this?” I glanced down at the cash with a smirk curling my lips, and my arms folded across my chest.
Mikki squared delicate shoulders, laid bare in a figure hugging green dress that made her hazel eyes look like liquid gold, and looked me right in the eyes.
“That would be money, sugar. As required by the rules of the kissing booth, unless I’m mistaken?” That fake innocence dripping from that sexy southern drawl was irresistible, and I leaned in real close.
“It’s double the cost of a kiss. Does that mean you’re looking for two kisses, Mikki?” We’d been circling each other pretty much since she arrived in Tulip, and it wasn’t clear until that moment whether we would kill each other or end up naked and sweaty together.
She rolled her eyes and fisted both hands on her sweet hips, a move that accentuated her hourglass figure. A move that made my mouth go dry. Instantly.
“No, it means I want you to make this one kiss worth the cost of two since this is for charity, after all.”
Dammit that sass had done it for me in a big way, more so on that hot summer day, especially when her pink tongue snaked out and slicked across plump, pink lips.
“I do aim to please.”
“That’s what I hear.” The teasing quality had left her voice and Mikki took a step back. “So?”
Was that a challenge I heard in her voice? It definitely was and I was a man who couldn’t resist a challenge, especially one as tempting as the Mississippi transplant. “Just figurin’ out the best plan of attack.”
She snorted a laugh that was as sexy as it was annoying. “Press lips together and kiss,” she said sarcastically. “Maybe your reputation is nothing more than exaggeration.” Her disappointed tone hit me with force of a fist straight to my gut. And my ego. When she turned to walk away, leaving the twenty dollar bill on the surface between us, my hand reached out and wrapped around her wrist. She turned and eyed me skeptically before attempting to flay me with that chilly glare of hers. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing, Nate Callahan?”
“I’m proving to you that nothing about me is an exaggeration.” It was a cheesy ass line and we both knew it, but before anyone including the peanut gallery of little old ladies nearby could say another word, my lips were on Mikki’s.
The kiss started out tentative, both of us trying to get to know each other, our likes and dislikes before deepening the kiss. At least I thought that was the plan, but Mikki’s tongue scraped across by bottom lip and then my top lip, taking advantage of my surprise to slip inside my mouth and steal my next breath. Correction, my next fifty breaths.
She was a wildcat underneath that proper southern belle routine she put on for the people of Tulip and her customers, but that kiss told another story and when our tongues touched I knew how this would end. It was the only way it could possibly end with the sparks shooting off between us and electricity arcing between our bodies. One of her hands tangled in my hair and pulled me close and my own hands went to her slender waist, sliding down to those hips I’d been thinking about for weeks. I gripped her and held her close, taking control of the kiss until I heard the soft, erotic moan slip from her lips.
It had driven me crazy and taken all of the restraint I could muster not to strip her down right there in the middle of the food festival and the whole damn town and show her just how real the rumors about me were. But I couldn’t.
“Get a room,” Eddy Henderson called out with a laugh, bringing us both back to the present and the audience that surrounded us.