Page 77 of Hard Rain
Swollen lips.
Hair slightly mussed from his hands.
“That was a hell of a kiss, Bain.”
“Testing a theory.”
“Oh?”
Whip’s fingers brushed across his own lower lip, never taking his eyes off Axel.
“You going to need further research?”
“Yeah,” Axel said, his voice rough.
He definitely needed more research.
THE AFTERMATH
The silence stretched between them, but Whip barely noticed.
His heart was trying to beat its way out of his chest.
Axel had kissed him.
Not the almost-kiss in the motel.
Not another one of his stupid daydreams somewhere between Fern and Lakeview.
Axel.
Had actually kissed him.
Hard.
Thoroughly.
Like a man who’d wanted it every bit as much as he had.
Jesus.
Axel stood in front of him, looking about as smug as ever. His hair was mussed from Whip’s hands, his breathing still quick, and his lips…
Glistening.
That explained why he was having a hard time looking anywhere else.
Boone’s message still glowed on both of their phones.
Take the night off. Resume at 0700.
The timing would’ve been funny if his brain hadn’t just short-circuited.
Axel cleared his throat.
“So…”
Whip couldn’t help smiling.
