He found her abrupt. “Would you want me to?”
She sipped lemonade and set the glass back on the crate. “I liked it all right, but it made my lips tingle and…” She went on, her cheeks flushing pink. “Did you like it…when you did it to me, cause I ain’t ever been kissed a ‘fore you?”
“I liked it very much.” He leaned in taking a small kiss across her tender lips and then nipped a second. “You smell like that lilac perfume Laurel brought to you.”
“You want me to open up my mouth, Gambler?” She left her lips partially open.
Well, she could change the mood real fast. He held up a finger and smiled anyway. “Not supposed to ask. Let me show you what I mean. Lay back.”
“You ain't gonna try to poke me are you, Gambler?” Her mouth dropped open.
He fell to his back beside her, defeated. This woman was gonna take a lot of fine-tuning.
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