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sweetheart?”
“Move farther—than—a kiss.” I stuttered, still hiding my face from him.
He didn’t allow me to hide for long. Leaning back without removing his hands from my thighs, he forced me to once again meet his eyes. “Who said we were moving any farther?”
“I,” I stuttered as humiliation at my presuming he wanted to do more than kiss me flooded my body. “Oh, God.”
“Madison,” he caught my chin in his hand once again. “I’m never going to push you for anything more than what you’re ready for.”
“But you were—um,” I stumbled over my words once again. I hated the childish way I sounded.
“Hard?” He raised a brow, grinning a half-cocked grin.
I nodded. My face was flaming red now. It was so hot it was almost painful. “Yeah.”
“I can’t help that,” his eyes were laughing, but he was being so honest. “I want you. I’ll never be able to kiss you, like that, and not fucking ache for you. But that doesn’t mean anything. If you’re never ready for more, I can respect that.” He winked. “We’ve only just met, remember?”
“Oh, my God!” I slammed my eyes closed. “You must think I’m so easy.”
“Open your eyes.” His low growl stunned me and I obeyed instantly. “You are not easy. I never once thought you were easy, sweetheart. You stopped me, remember?”
“But I let you kiss me like that—and we’ve only just,” I paused. “We’ve only just met, Austin.”
He nodded. “And I know you’ve never been kissed, like that, before.”
“Are you mocking me?” I demanded.
“No, sweetheart. Just stating the obvious.”
“Did I kiss badly?”
“You kissed wonderfully,” he chuckled. “Or can’t you tell?”
“What?” I was having difficulty keeping up with him.
“You were the one who pointed out that I was hard.”
Again, I blushed fire engine red. “Austin!” I closed my eyes again, sighing heavily. “Please . . .”
“Please what, sweetheart?”
“I’m so embarrassed right now. Please, stop teasing me.” I opened my eyes to pin him with a firm stare.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re embarrassed.” He tipped his head forward and before I knew it, his lips were against mine once again. This time, his kiss was slow and gentle—and it ended much too soon.
When he pulled away, I felt his hands settle against my hips. He gripped me tightly before lifting me from the counter to place my feet once again on sold ground.
“What now?” I asked, breathlessly.
“It’s getting dark,” he sighed. The words sounded on a regretful breath. “I should probably be getting you back. Unless you’re game for borrowing a t-shirt and claiming half my bed.” He winked and I felt my eyes widen in shock before he announced. “Just playing with you, sweetheart.”
“Oh, my goodness,” I placed my cool palms against my heated cheeks. “I thought for a moment you were serious.”
“I know you’re not that kind of girl.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“I’ll bet I’ve got a few months before I get you in my bed.” He grinned. Once again, I felt my eyes grow wide.
“Austin!” I shook my head. “You’re really something else, you know that? We’ve only just met.”
“And in a few months we’ll have gotten to know each other so much better.”
“I had no idea you were all for timelines,” I smirked. “First, you were putting in a good days work for a kiss. And now you’re planning, quite presumptuously, that with a few months of good working, you’ll have me in your bed. Who would have thought you were all about plotting and timelines. Where’s the spontaneity?”
“Sweetheart,” he placed his hands on the counter on either side of my body, caging me within his arms. “If there is one person in this world who says fuck you to timelines, it’s me.”
“Oh,” I breathed in, very aware of how close he was to me, and how close his lips were to mine. “Why is that?”
“One day
“Move farther—than—a kiss.” I stuttered, still hiding my face from him.
He didn’t allow me to hide for long. Leaning back without removing his hands from my thighs, he forced me to once again meet his eyes. “Who said we were moving any farther?”
“I,” I stuttered as humiliation at my presuming he wanted to do more than kiss me flooded my body. “Oh, God.”
“Madison,” he caught my chin in his hand once again. “I’m never going to push you for anything more than what you’re ready for.”
“But you were—um,” I stumbled over my words once again. I hated the childish way I sounded.
“Hard?” He raised a brow, grinning a half-cocked grin.
I nodded. My face was flaming red now. It was so hot it was almost painful. “Yeah.”
“I can’t help that,” his eyes were laughing, but he was being so honest. “I want you. I’ll never be able to kiss you, like that, and not fucking ache for you. But that doesn’t mean anything. If you’re never ready for more, I can respect that.” He winked. “We’ve only just met, remember?”
“Oh, my God!” I slammed my eyes closed. “You must think I’m so easy.”
“Open your eyes.” His low growl stunned me and I obeyed instantly. “You are not easy. I never once thought you were easy, sweetheart. You stopped me, remember?”
“But I let you kiss me like that—and we’ve only just,” I paused. “We’ve only just met, Austin.”
He nodded. “And I know you’ve never been kissed, like that, before.”
“Are you mocking me?” I demanded.
“No, sweetheart. Just stating the obvious.”
“Did I kiss badly?”
“You kissed wonderfully,” he chuckled. “Or can’t you tell?”
“What?” I was having difficulty keeping up with him.
“You were the one who pointed out that I was hard.”
Again, I blushed fire engine red. “Austin!” I closed my eyes again, sighing heavily. “Please . . .”
“Please what, sweetheart?”
“I’m so embarrassed right now. Please, stop teasing me.” I opened my eyes to pin him with a firm stare.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re embarrassed.” He tipped his head forward and before I knew it, his lips were against mine once again. This time, his kiss was slow and gentle—and it ended much too soon.
When he pulled away, I felt his hands settle against my hips. He gripped me tightly before lifting me from the counter to place my feet once again on sold ground.
“What now?” I asked, breathlessly.
“It’s getting dark,” he sighed. The words sounded on a regretful breath. “I should probably be getting you back. Unless you’re game for borrowing a t-shirt and claiming half my bed.” He winked and I felt my eyes widen in shock before he announced. “Just playing with you, sweetheart.”
“Oh, my goodness,” I placed my cool palms against my heated cheeks. “I thought for a moment you were serious.”
“I know you’re not that kind of girl.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“I’ll bet I’ve got a few months before I get you in my bed.” He grinned. Once again, I felt my eyes grow wide.
“Austin!” I shook my head. “You’re really something else, you know that? We’ve only just met.”
“And in a few months we’ll have gotten to know each other so much better.”
“I had no idea you were all for timelines,” I smirked. “First, you were putting in a good days work for a kiss. And now you’re planning, quite presumptuously, that with a few months of good working, you’ll have me in your bed. Who would have thought you were all about plotting and timelines. Where’s the spontaneity?”
“Sweetheart,” he placed his hands on the counter on either side of my body, caging me within his arms. “If there is one person in this world who says fuck you to timelines, it’s me.”
“Oh,” I breathed in, very aware of how close he was to me, and how close his lips were to mine. “Why is that?”
“One day
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