Page 31 of Resurrection
“It was just waiting for you.”
“Maybe like you.”
Imogen turned slowly away from the windows to look at him.
When she faced him, he added, “I’m starting to think that you were, Imogen.” He took a step toward her. “You were just waiting for the right guy to come along.”
“I … I was surprised I noticed you that first day. At the tattoo shop. I never notice men.”
“Maybe they weren’t colorful enough to attract your attention,” he said as he closed the distance between them.
“I never thought about it like that.”
“Nature makes a lot of male birds and fish bright and colorful to attract the attention of females. Maybe you just needed more color to get you to notice.”
Imogen laughed silently as her gaze trailed over the front of his pink-and-blue throat. “Maybe you’re right.”
“Is it going to be a problem if I kiss you right now?”
She shook her head, and his fingertips came up to skim along her jaw. His lips lowered to hers, brushing and coaxing her into the soft kiss.
Heat lit in Imogen’s belly as her lips molded to his, loving the taste and feeling of a simple kiss. He’d ghosted his lips across hers last night, but this kiss was deeper and more intimate. His tongue traced across the seam of her mouth, and she opened to him. His hand slid along her jaw and into her hair as he deepened it.
Imogen could kiss him for hours, but he pulled back.
His thumb swept over her lips. “Luscious. Sweet. You’ve just been waiting, haven’t you?”
“I guess so.”
He was going to say something else, but Imogen’s phone dinged with a message.
He dropped his hand from her face, and she had never been less enthused about technology as a whole.
“Do you need to get that?”
“It would only be Jury or my parents. Just one second. Sorry.”
“By all means. Family comes first.”
Imogen flipped open her clutch and retrieved her phone. The message was from Jury.
JURY
I’ve been kidnapped. Don’t worry. I’m not. You’re right … probably should’ve left things alone.
“What in the world?” Imogen said.
“Everything okay?”
“Not really.”
She held out her phone, and he read the message.
“What the fuck?”
Imogen tapped the Call icon and waited for Jury to pick up.
“Im, thank God. I’m on a boat with the lion guy. I’m so sorry.”
