With a gentle pressure from his finger under my chin, he pulled my head up to meet his gaze. “Will you please tell me?”
Please. My complete undoing. Damn you, sex-ridden brain!
“I was jealous she got a kiss good-bye from you.” Scared what he might think, I mashed my lips together. Of course, that only lasted two seconds. “I mean, I wanted to intercept it. But that would be crazy.”
The darkening of his blue eyes told me he liked what I’d said… maybe. Maybe I didn’t sound as crazy as I thought.
“How about I make it up to you with a good-morning kiss?”
Yes! Yes! Yes! His mouth was so close and his minty breath whispered over me. Oh, how I wanted to feel those lips. “I think that would help.”
Without another word, his lips pressed against mine. I let out a small sigh. Mike took advantage and slipped his tongue into my mouth. His taste was exquisite. One hand went to the nape of my neck and the other to the small of my back, pulling me flush against him.
Wow to the zer. The commanding feel of his mouth, combined with the possessive touch on my nape, had me nearly fainting. No, don’t faint! You can’t miss a second of this!
I moaned, and he pulled me closer to him, if that were possible.
Inside, I screamed for more.
Then he wrenched his mouth from mine, panting. “Fuck, that was amazing.”
I grinned. “Well said.” My brow furrowed. “Why’d you stop?”
“There’s someone in the waiting room asking for you.” At my look of confusion, he winked. “Cop ears.”
We walked to the door. Before he opened it, Mike turned to me. “I want to call in sick from work and kiss you all day long. How does dinner tomorrow night sound? I have to do some work tonight.”
“Like a date?”
“Yes, like a date.”
“Yes, I’d love to.”
“Perfect.”
We walked out into to the lobby to find Wesley with a bag of baked goods. “I came bearing gifts. Your fave from Chuck’s—chocolate croissants.”
“Oh yum. Thanks, Wesley.”
I took the bag and glanced at Mike, who was giving Wesley a hard stare. Oh, he had no idea Wesley and I were only friends. For all Mike knew, I acted like a crazy person for anyone with a penis. I never acted crazy in front of guys. Normally, they had zero effect. Which made it even harder to come to grips with my erratic behavior.
Motioning between the two men, I made introductions. “Mike, this is Wesley. Wesley, Mike.” Turning back to Mike, I said, “Wesley and I have been friends since we were kids.”
A little of the tension eased from his face, but not all of it. “Wesley.”
“Mike.”
Is that a guy thing? Did they already meet? I’d ask Mike later.