Before Lance could figure out what Sarah was doing, she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.
“You’re sweet, Lance. I’ll be fine with the ice and elevation.” He’d placed bed pillows behind her back and under her left leg. “I’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”
Speaking of hair, hers looked soft, like those twisty bread sticks that melt in your mouth, butter soft just the way her lips felt against his skin.
“What was the kiss for?” he asked.
She blushed a pretty rosette and he grimaced. Now, she wanted to play shy? This woman was difficult. Impersonating a drunken cupid at the zip lining park, refusing medication, and kissing a guy for sitting down.
She fell back against the couch. “For trying to take care of me. It’s kind and you’re sweet.” She waved his hand away. “I still don’t want your gag pills.”
She blatantly refused his help, but somehow he’d earned a kiss for his efforts. Maybe, he could get the hang of this understanding women thing.
“So, you kiss men who are kind and helpful?”
Her face scrunched. “Yes…what? No,” she stammered.
“Yes to kind men. But, no to helpful men.”
Her mouth fell open. “Stop. Your man logic is baffling,” she laughed.
Sarah thought him confusing? She’d kissed him for offering pills that she refused. Of the two, he was the least confusing, yet the most perplexed.
“Alright, let me clarify.” Without taking his eyes off her, he leaned forward, his face close enough to feel the warmth of her breath on his lips. She smelled of sweet spice and clean rain.
“What are you doing?” she rasped, voice husky.
He placed one single capsule between his teeth.
“This,” he whispered, “is me being kind.”
He covered her mouth with his. At first, she didn’t respond. Slowly her lips parted, her tongue tentative in its touch. When he nipped her bottom lip, she opened fully. He released the pill into her mouth, following it with his tongue. He went to pull back, in case she had difficulty. Without missing a breath, Sarah swallowed, grabbed a handful of his shirt, and hauled him closer.
“Open,” she urged him, deepening the kiss.
Lance never liked taking orders, but hell, he followed Sarah’s direction down to the last letter.❣️
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Siera London is a bestselling author of contemporary romance and romantic suspense. She crafts stories of diverse characters navigating the challenges and triumphs to find lasting love. Intelligence, wit, emotion, drama, and sensual romance are between the covers of every Siera London novel. Siera lives in California with her husband, and a color patch tabby named Frie.
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