“Have you thought about that kiss?” she asked, as he leaned in close
to fasten her seatbelt. She couldn’t control what was coming out of her
mouth. “Because I have. A little.” She started laughing again. Val had
warned her that she was a horrible drunk, and evidently, it was true.
“What
have you thought about it?” he asked, his voice low and bristly. Her
buckle snapped into place with a loud click. He could step back now, but
he didn’t.
And she didn’t want him to. What was the point of
being drunk if you couldn’t say and do what you wanted, and then
apologize for it in the morning? No one blamed a drunk, they blamed the
drink. “I thought that I liked it. The kiss. It was amazing.” She held
her breath as he lingered in front of her, his hand still resting on the
seat’s buckle.
“I thought the same thing.”
“You did?” She swallowed thickly, as her heart rode up her throat.
His brow lifted. “You sound surprised.”
“I’m
out of practice.” She nibbled on her lower lip, drawing his gaze there.
Then his gaze flicked back to her ring. Just the thought squashed the
flutterings in her chest, leaving a deep ache that vibrated with the
alcohol. “He’s been gone for two years,” she said.
Micah’s brows pinched together softly.
Explaining
about John in her state wasn’t a good idea, though. She might start
crying, which she didn’t do in front of others anymore, and right now
all she wanted to do was forget everything but their kiss. That she
wanted to remember. “You could kiss me again,” she said softly.
His smile deepened and, damn, he smelled good.
Leaning
in closer to her ear, his hot breath melted her as he whispered, “Kat,
you’ve had too much to drink. I’m taking you home now.”
Before
she could process what he’d said, he stepped back and shut the Jeep’s
door, the sound as offensive as if someone had crashed cymbals in her
ears. A moment later, he reappeared on the driver’s side and cranked the
engine, another sound that made her wince.
She closed her eyes, unsure of what to do with her drunken emotions.
“If
I kiss you again, I want to be one hundred percent sure it’s what you
want. Not because my almost ex is walking up and you want to help me
out. Not because you’ve had too much to drink and want to escape.”
She
suddenly felt very tired, as the Jeep Cherokee headed out of the
parking lot. “So, you are going to kiss me again?” she asked. Before she
could hear his answer, though, her eyes closed and the sounds of the
road and his voice, and the blood thundering in her head, blurred
together. She remembered their kiss, the feel of his stubble roughly
brushing against her cheek, and the way he had smelled like pine and
fudge brownies.
No, wait. His eyes reminded her of fudge brownies. He didn’t smell like them.
Her eyes fluttered open. Yeah, she was definitely going to regret tonight in the morning.