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“I have no idea,” she said. “What?”
“This.” Dare captured her lips with his. She inhaled sharply, caught off guard. Did this count as direct action or perhaps a rapid response?
Whatever it was, Dare could kiss.
His lips tested and tasted and teased.
Highly skilled, yes.
The way his mouth moved over hers made Jenny want more. She arched closer.
Her fingers itched to touch him, but she wasn’t sure what was safe and what would hurt him, so she kept her hands to herself.
Not that she needed more than his lips against hers.
He tasted sweet and warm with a hint of peppermint.
As he pressed harder, she parted her lips.
No one had ever kissed her like Dare. She felt desired and cherished. In his kiss, she found a sense of belonging…as if she’d come home.
He pulled back, not far, just enough so he could gaze into her eyes. The hunger in his matched what she felt coursing through her body.
“I’ve been wanting to do that.” His voice was as tender as a caress.
Her lips tingled. “Me, too.”
“We’re going to have to keep doing that.”
He’d get no disagreement from her. “Sounds like a plan.”
And he kissed her again.
