Page 59 of Blame it on the Kiss
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One text.
One text thanking him for referring a client to her and his resolve to stay away had crashed and burned. More texts followed. Honor had the power to permanently damage his heart, to ruin his chances with her brother.
And still being careless won out over caution.
How had a one night stand turned into more? He’d told himself to keep his emotions off the table, but that had been impossible the second she’d surrendered under his touch. She made him forget himself.
He’d lasted four days. Every day he’d told himself they were done. And every day his heart begged to differ. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d played hooky from work, but when Honor texted him she was feeling under the weather and home alone, he’d decided to surprise her. Illness aside, she inspired spontaneity in him and he liked it.
He parked in front of her house and headed straight for the fake rock he’d noticed in the planter near her front door. A shiny silver key revealed itself when he slid the rock open.
Quiet filled the house so he walked down the hallway to Honor’s bedroom and knocked lightly. When she didn’t answer, he went inside. The covers were up to her chin, her hands tucked under the side of her beautiful face. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched her sleep. He’d never tire of staring at her.
She must have sensed his presence because she rolled onto her back and stretched her arms. Her eyelids fluttered open and when she finally focused on him, her pink lips curved into a sexy morning smile that got an immediate rise out of him.
“Hi,” she said, her voice a little rough with sleep.
“Morning.”
Then she blinked herself wide-awake and bolted upright. The comforter slipped to her waist, revealing a low V-cut nightgown with thin straps. He’d wanted to kiss her lips. Now he wanted to kiss the freckle above her left breast. Her neck. Her shoulder. Everywhere.
“I thought I was dreaming. What are you doing here?”
“Thought I’d surprise you. Make sure you were okay.”
She twisted her hands in her lap. “You could have just called.”
“I needed to see for myself how sick you are.”
She covered her mouth and gave a tiny cough. “It’s nothing serious. You really didn’t have to drive all the way here.”
“But since I did, how about getting some fresh air with me?” He stood. “Get dressed and I’ll wait in the living room.”
A swallow worked its way down her throat. They hadn’t talked about what keeping in touch meant, but he wasn’t ready to give her up. Last weekend, she’d let all her barriers down and he’d never felt more connected to another person. He wanted that again.
She sighed deeply. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”
“You haven’t heard what I have planned yet,” he pointed out.
“What do you have planned?”
“It’s a surprise.”You like surprises, remember.He remembered every word she’d said to him. “I promise it’ll be fun.”
“And if it’s not?” She twirled her finger around the hair falling over her shoulder. “Fun, I mean.”
“You’re looking at the King of Fun.”
That put a twinkle in her eyes. “King, huh? What if I decide you’re only a prince?”
“Then I’ll make you my princess instead of my queen.”
She rolled her eyes, but laughed. “That is so cheesy.”
God, her laugh did scary good things to him. “There’s plenty more where that came from. So?”
She waved him off. “I’ll be out in ten.”
