About That Kiss Page 13

  She stopped breathing. “Of course something happened to me. My grandpa died.”

  He glanced over at her, his eyes sympathetic. “I know, and I’m sorry to bring up bad memories, but are you sure there’s nothing else you want to tell me?”

  “I’m sure,” she said, staring straight ahead out the windshield. “And Eric’s not going to find that card. At least not in time,” she said, watching the night as it whipped past her.

  “Be patient. Have some faith.”

  This had her looking at him again. “Be patient? Have faith? Are you kidding me?”

  “You’ve got to leave emotions out of it or you’ll react with them instead of your brain.”

  She snorted in annoyance and frustration. “Easy for you to say. You don’t have to fight anything as messy as your emotions.”

  He spared her another glance. “You think I don’t have emotions?”

  “I think you don’t very often give in to them.”

  He was quiet at that, concentrating on the road or who the hell knew what, and she thought it was done, conversation over. Until he pulled onto her street and put his hand over hers to stop her from getting out.

  “The job taught me patience,” he said. “And believe me, it came hard-won and I’ve paid the price for it. There were times when hiding my thoughts was the only thing that saved my ass, so yeah, I’m good at it. But don’t mistake that for me not having emotions or feelings, Kylie. You’ve seen me lose it over you more than once now.”

  Yeah, and still, she wanted more from him. But she refused to ask for it.

  Joe’s hands slid up and down her arms in a caressing touch that had her eyes wanting to close her eyes in sheer pleasure, but then he expelled a long, shuddery breath, let go of her, and got out to walk her up.

  “That isn’t necessary,” she said.

  “Someone’s taunting you with a personal memory and they know where you live. They’re just playing with you right now, but that could change. I’m walking you up.”

  She sighed. She hated that he was logical and reasonable when she couldn’t be. “Fine,” she said and relented. “And thank you.” Then they got to her apartment, where she unlocked her door and froze at the sight of yet another envelope on the floor.

  Chapter 13

  #TheresNoCryingInBaseball

  Kylie might have frozen at the sight of the envelope on her floor, but Joe didn’t. In the doorway, he put one hand on her arm to indicate she should stay while simultaneously scanning their immediate area.

  She had no idea what he saw, but she didn’t catch anything out of the ordinary. Still keeping ahold of her, Joe shut the door behind them, engaged the locks, and picked up the envelope.

  She started to say something, but he put a finger to his lips, scooped up Vinnie, who’d come running at them, and gently set him into her arms. Then he went through her place, flipping on lights, obviously clearing the apartment like she saw law enforcement do on TV, only even cooler.

  “I don’t think whoever it is actually comes in,” she said, but Joe didn’t respond, just continued to work his way through the apartment. Kylie cuddled Vinnie close as he licked her chin, ecstatic as always to have her home. She set him down and he immediately went running for a toy to bring her. Tonight he brought his current favorite, a miniature-size tennis ball.

  She obliged him by tossing it. “Fetch,” she said, ever hopeful he’d finally get it.

  Vinnie pounced after the ball and . . . ran down the hallway with it and vanished. She was sighing when Joe came back to the living room.

  “Open the envelope,” he said, clearly getting that she was stalling.

  Predictably, it was another Polaroid. This one had her poor penguin precariously balanced on a cable car, close to falling off into oncoming traffic, and her heart squeezed. “Dammit.” She clutched the picture to her chest. “I’ve got too much crazy in my life. The photos, my missing penguin, you.”

  He let out a quiet, low laugh, taking the picture to look at it. “You started it with that kiss.”

  Her entire body reacted as if he’d just planted another one on her, which was annoying enough to have her go into full court press defensive. “I keep telling you, I barely remember what that kiss felt like,” she said. “Or, for that matter, the second one.”

  “Really.”

  “Yes, really,” she said, having no idea why she was baiting him. “Maybe you’re not as good at kissing as you seem to think.”

  “Hmm,” he said. “Hold this for a sec.” He handed her back the picture.

  She took it without thinking and then he tugged her into him and kissed her. He kissed her long and deep and deliciously hot, until she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her, until she was remembering exactly how good he was with his mouth, until she dropped her keys and the picture and threw her arms around him to hold him close.

  When they ran out of air, he made his way along her jaw and she found himself tilting her head to expose her throat to him, loving the feel of his lips and teeth running over her skin. He bit down gently and a shock ran through her body, all the way to her toes, just as Vinnie trotted back into the living room and dropped something at their feet.

  Breaking free, Kylie started to smile, so proud. “Yes! You’ve finally learned to fetch—” She broke off in horror as Joe burst out laughing.

  Vinnie had “fetched” her vibrator.

  Face flaming, she bent and scooped it up and shoved it beneath a couch cushion. “I have no idea how he got ahold of that . . . light saber.”

  At that, Joe only laughed harder. He had to bend over and put his hands on his knees, and by the time he’d finished and straightened back up, swiping at his eyes, she was hands on hips, definitely cooled off . . . and so embarrassed she could hardly talk. “You have to go now,” she managed.

  “Because you don’t need me since you have a vibrator?”

  “Light saber!” She opened the front door. “Out.”

  He came toe-to-toe with her and, eyes on hers, reached out and shut the door. “Hey,” he said. “If a person isn’t at least having a one-some every night, then you’re squandering your pre-apocalypse time.”

  She closed her eyes and moaned, and he laughed again. “Kylie,” he said, clearly having to work hard to get ahold of himself. “I love that you have a . . . light saber. I love it so much I’m hoping you let me watch you play with it.”

  “Ohmigod.” She shoved him away and covered her face.

  He gently peeled her fingers from her cheeks. She met his gaze with effort. “I shouldn’t have brought you in on this,” she murmured. “Things really do seem even crazier now than they were.”

  She expected him to make fun of her and continue to tease her, but instead he shook his head. “We’re making progress. You’ve just got to be patient.”

  She was so not good at being patient. The amused look on his face said he knew it too.

  “And as for the crazy,” he said and let loose a small smile, “maybe it’s you. Maybe you’re a crazy magnet.”

  “Yeah? Then what does that make you?”

  He flashed a full-out grin now and blew the rest of her brain cells. Then he vanished into her kitchen. “Got popcorn?” he called out. “Hot chocolate?”

  “Of course. They’re both very important food groups. Why?”

  “Because we’re going to watch a movie.”

  “At the risk of repeating myself,” she said, “why?”

  “Because you’re unsettled and you’re not ready to be alone.”

  And he was going to sit here with her until she was ready. She tried not to let that warm her, but it was too late. Heart warmed. And other parts too, parts that had previously warmed only for her “light saber.”

  Five minutes later they were watching a Fast & Furious movie and eating popcorn and drinking hot chocolate, Vinnie sprawled in Joe’s lap.

  When the movie ended, Kylie turned to Joe. “You were a perfect gentleman. How come?”

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�I’m trying to be good.”

  She stared at him. “Good isn’t exactly what comes to mind when I think of you.”

  “I’m trying to be good for you,” he said. “But sometimes I lose it.”

  “You do?”

  “Yeah,” he said on a small smile. “Have you seen you? A dead man would respond to you. And I’m not dead, Kylie.” He stroked a finger along her temple. “At first I thought it might’ve been the wig. Hell, maybe it’s your light saber.”

  “Ha ha,” she muttered, patting her head. Damn, she was indeed still wearing the wig. Great.

  He was smiling when he leaned in and kissed her, slow and deep. He groaned low in his throat, a heady, masculine sound, and she pulled back. “Are you still trying to be good?” she asked softly.

  He stared at her mouth, eyes so hot she was shocked her clothes hadn’t gone up in flames. “Yeah, but being good isn’t my first nature so don’t tease me.” He tugged her up from the couch, took her to her kitchen table, and pulled something from his pocket.

  “A lock?” she asked, confused.

  “One last thing on the program for the night. You asked me to teach you basic B&E skills.”

  And here he was, following through on his word.

  He paused, head cocked. “You didn’t expect me to do what I said I would,” he said, not sounding thrilled about that.

  “Honestly?” She shook her head. “No, I didn’t.”

  He shook his head, gestured her closer, and showed her the tool. He then picked the lock in about two seconds right in front of her and she still had no idea how he did it.

  “Again,” she said.

  He went much slower, carefully and thoroughly explaining each move. When his phone buzzed, he took a quick second to glance at the screen.

  “What?” she asked.

  “I need to help Archer with something.” But he stayed where he was, gesturing that it was her turn to work the lock.

  She was on her tenth—unsuccessful—attempt and getting pissy all over again when he came up behind her to watch over her shoulder, making her screw up attempt number eleven and twelve. “Dammit!”

  She felt his body contract in a silent laugh as he brushed a kiss along her jaw.

  “Relax,” he said in her ear.

  With his solid, warm body pressing up against her back? Not likely. But not wanting to reveal how much he affected her, she continued to try to work the lock.

  “Patience.” He then slid his hands over hers, guiding her through the process until the lock clicked open.

  His doing, not hers.

  “Thought you had to go,” she said quietly, feeling anything but quiet.

  “I do.”

  Joe took the lock and the tool she still held and set them both on the table. Then he turned her to face him and pressed up against her. Her lungs stopped working as every inch of her went on high alert, quivering with need.

  “Kylie,” he said, voice thick with desire.

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m about to lose it again.”

  “Okay,” she whispered.

  “Okay,” he whispered back and lowered his mouth to an inch from hers. They shared a breath before he closed the gap and kissed her, slow and intense.

  Someone moaned. Her, she realized, and then he deepened the kiss, a hot, intense tangle of tongues and teeth that would’ve had her sagging backward if she hadn’t been sandwiched between her kitchen table and Joe’s hard, hot body. One of his hands moved to her hip, the other cupped the nape of her neck, pinning her to him as he continued to kiss her until she was clutching him, panting, whimpering for more. She wanted this—oh God, how she wanted it—but he was needed at work, so she put a hand to his chest and slowly pulled back.

  He chased her mouth with his but she pressed on his chest until he opened his eyes and met hers.

  “You’ve got to go,” she whispered.

  “Right.” He pulled in a slow, unsteady breath before letting it out in a way that sounded suspiciously like a sigh as he rested his forehead on hers. “One of these days you’ll have to explain to me how it is that you suddenly have all the power in this relationship.”

  She smiled and he shook his head at the both of them. “You’re going to be okay,” he said.

  “I know,” she said.

  His smile faded as he watched her, rubbing his thumb along her jaw. He brushed a light kiss to her bottom lip and then lingered, kissing her again as if maybe he couldn’t help himself. “Later,” he murmured.

  She nodded dumbly before realizing he’d vanished, locking the door behind him.

  It was only then that she also realized he’d taken the latest picture and envelope with him.

  Chapter 14

  #MayTheForceBeWithYou

  “And that’s when Vinnie finally fetched something,” Kylie said, regaling her friends with the story of the previous night’s activities.

  “He did?” Haley asked, thrilled. “Oh, what a good boy he is. I knew he could do it.”

  Elle, eyes narrowed on Kylie’s face, shook her head. “Nope. That’s not the whole story. What did he fetch? A pair of your socks?”

  “Um,” Kylie said.

  “Panties!” Elle guessed and everyone laughed.

  Kylie dropped her head. “Worse.”

  They were at the coffee shop, in line for their various choices of caffeine. Tina owned and ran the shop, a tall, dark-haired, dark-skinned stunning woman who had a love of everything big—big hair, big earrings, big shoes.

  Kylie admired her commitment to fashion as her own style could best be described as “doing everything possible to avoid underwire.”

  Thankfully, Tina also loved baking muffins. Back when Tina had been Tim, there’d been no muffins at the coffee shop. Just coffee. But Tina was happier than Tim had ever been and that translated to the most amazing muffins on the planet.

  “Could be worse,” Tina said. “He could’ve fetched your vibrator.”

  Kylie moaned miserably and everyone burst out laughing.

  “Oh my God,” Haley said. “He did that really? He fetched your vibrator? You’re my new hero!”

  Kylie’s face was flaming.

  “Hey,” Tina said, “Don’t be embarrassed. You’re a woman with needs and now he knows you know how to meet those needs. Which means he also knows that you don’t need no man. It puts more pressure on him to perform well or be replaced.” She grinned. “Trust me, for a man, that’s always a good thing.”

  “Don’t worry honey,” someone said from behind her in line. Eighty-something Mrs. Winslow, who lived on the third floor of the building. The older woman smiled knowingly. “He’ll appreciate your toys. But remember, it’s all fun and games until someone loses the key to the handcuffs.”

  Tina reached over the counter to high-five Mrs. Winslow.