Weekend Fling with the Surgeon - Page 23
Good grief. She was kissing her pretend boyfriend.
Who she’d thought didn’t like her.
He must, though. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have agreed to this crazy wedding trip.
Or be kissing her, right?
Whether she wanted to give a response or not, his lips were firm against hers, delighted by her reaction.
McKenzie reacted. Oh, how her insides were reacting to Ryder’s mouth on hers.
If she’d ever wondered, which she hadn’t, not even in her wildest dreams, now she knew.
Dr. Ryder Andrews was excellent at mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
CHAPTER FIVE
RYDER HAD WITNESSED only a few panic attacks during his lifetime, but he’d seen the alarm in McKenzie’s eyes moments before they’d squeezed shut, had watched her frantic movements, and knew he had to do something to defuse the situation.
He hadn’t planned on kissing her.
He’d meant to take her hand into his and offer reassurance. Instead, when her lips had started moving toward him, he’d instinctively pressed his lips to them.
Bold, perhaps wrong, but the terror on her face had disappeared almost instantly, replaced with surprise. Any moment he expected a new wave of panic to fill her eyes when she registered that they were kissing.
Panic was filling him that they were kissing.
Because his automatic reaction of wanting to soothe her, to stop her anxiety, might destroy everything.
Fortunately, the fear didn’t return in those gorgeous green eyes.
Instead, her gaze darkened with curiosity. Soft, pliable lips willingly met his.
Which might explain the mounting panic in his own gut.
What was he doing kissing McKenzie?
She was using him for the weekend. He knew upfront that he was nothing more than a means to an end.
Kissing her before they’d taken off the ground might not have been his smoothest move.
Because she was kissing him back and that edgy sensation in his stomach wasn’t because the plane had lifted off and was ascending at a rapid rate.
He was miles high in ways that had nothing to do with leaving the ground.
He and McKenzie were kissing.
Holding her gaze, his grip on her hand eased, cupping her face instead as he explored the recesses of her pliant mouth, thrilling as she continued to kiss him.
When he pulled away, he stared into her hazy eyes, and waited to see what she’d say. Would she think he’d taken advantage of her near panic attack?
She inhaled a deep breath and stunned him by saying, “Someone should market that.”
Not even close to what he’d expected her to say about their kiss.
She took a quick glance out the window, then nervously back toward him. “I didn’t even notice when the plane lifted off the ground. That’s amazing. Thank you so much!”
“You’re welcome?” Ryder blinked, not quite sure how to take her gratitude. McKenzie kissing him back had sucker punched him, leaving his head in the same state she’d been in as the plane had started taxiing—a panicked mess.
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