“It depends where,” she says, leaning in toward me.
“Well, here on the street, for one. Or on the beach. Maybe at your workplace when I pick up pie,” I dare to add, but quickly follow-up with, “Though I’m betting you’ll keep that off-limits.”
She blushes, angles her chin, and looks upward at me, batting her gorgeous eyelashes. “No. I meant whereon medo you want to kiss me?”
Her tone is seductive and her meaning forms in my head. I lean closer to her, tempted. “Well, on your lips for starters.”
I taste her, and the sensation makes my blood simmer. Her tongue slides past my lips, just enough to tease me with ideas of what might happen after she comes home from work tonight. Just enough to make me ache for her beneath me, for the feel of her warmth and moisture as I slide into her.
I’m tempted to tear off her jeans and sink myself into her right now.
She purrs—a sound I can barely even hear against the sound of the surf a few blocks away. But I can feel it in the vibration of her lips.
She pulls away from me barely an inch and murmurs, “Yeah, I guess that would be okay… for starters. But I’ll be home from work at around 10:30 tonight. I hope you can do better then.”