Just One Kiss

It’d been only natural for Liv to assume he didn’t plan to stick around for long. Hopefully, they’d gotten that cleared up, because even if he didn’t feel at home in town, since Liv was here, he wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. He’d been wrong before, but his intuition kept telling Matt that their relationship was special and not like the ones he’d had in the past. He didn’t want to risk it by returning to Florida or anywhere else.

After securing the boat for the night, Matt climbed back up to the upper deck where he’d left Liv stargazing.

Scooping her up, he sat her on his lap. “See anything good?”

“I found the Little Dipper, but that’s it.”

“That’s better than I usually do. I’ve never been good at finding constellations.” Matt trailed his fingertips across her cheek and then down her neck, his eyes never leaving hers.

“It helps if you look in the right direction.”

“I’m looking at exactly what I want.”

“Oh, that was smooth, my friend.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m not being honest.” Right now, tasting her was the only thing he could focus on.

“That could be true.” Liv pressed her palm against his cheek before sliding it around to the back of his neck, sending a ripple of need through his body.

Matt had desired women before, but he’d never wanted to kiss one the way he did now.

Before he made the first move, Liv covered his mouth just as the final rope holding him back snapped.

She brushed her lips back and forth against his, each pass sending his pulse higher.

As he’d imagined doing to her earlier, she traced the seam between his lips with her tongue. He didn’t need any additional encouragement. When Matt’s tongue touched hers, the outside world disappeared.

Liv tasted like red wine and something unique to her. And he couldn’t get enough.