Page 137 of Love Unwritten
“I agree. A terrible idea that could have serious repercussions for both of us.”
His thigh brushes against mine as he sits up. “Plus, it could be the worst kiss I’ve ever had.”
“Yeah, you’re right. You look like the type who uses way too much tongue anyway.”
He half scoffs, half laughs. “If you find me using too much tongue, it better be while my head is between your legs.”
My soul leaves my body.
He twists so we’re fully facing each other. “No comeback for that one?”
“Give me a minute. I’m sure one will come.”
“No pun intended?” He cups my flaming cheek.
“What are you doing?” I pull back, but his other hand snakes around my back and secures me in place.
“I have a reputation to uphold.”
“A reputation to uphold?” I gawk. “What in the Jane Austen hell is that kind of statement?”
His lips quirk. “You’re the one who accused me of using too much tongue.”
“Fine. I take it back.”
His thumb delicately brushes over my cheekbone. “Too late.” His hand moves to the back of my neck and presses until our mouths are hovering a few centimeters apart. “My honor is at stake.”
“Are you talking like a character from a regency novel on purpose or…”
“Elle.”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up and kiss me already.”
Him giving me the power to decide if I want to kiss him means more to me than he will ever know.
I nearly give in, but then I remember why I should be saying no in the first place. After today’s spout of jealousy on the boat, I learned my lesson, and it’s time I redraw the professional line in the metaphorical sand.
With a deep sigh, I say, “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
The girl who had a crush on him seems to disagree.
What’s the harm in a single kiss? I’ve kissed plenty of guys before, and some of them I had hardly known at the time, so it doesn’t have to be a big deal until I make it one.
Right?
His hand around my neck tightens, sending a zing of pleasure down my spine before he releases me and starts to pull away.
Shit.
No.
My heart sinks faster than a stone in the ocean, forcing me to act now, face the consequences later.
I hold up my index finger. “Fine. One kiss. For research purposes.”
His palm slides up my spine, making me suck in a breath before it returns to the spot he favors at the base of my neck. “You’re something else.”