Mad About Meg

“Meg, I know it doesn’t help to simply hear the words, but you can trust me. I won’t hurt you.”

Meg stared at his totally kissable lips before catching herself. “I trust you. Really I do. I—

I’m just tired. That’s all.” God, what would he do if she leaned forward and kissed him? Shaking the thought from her head, Meg felt her sensible, boring side taking control again.

The slight grin on his face seemed to indicate Rob suddenly understood what her trembling was about.

He whispered her name as he leaned closer.

She knew she should take a step back, but she felt as if her feet were sunk in concrete.

“Yes?”

“I’m going to kiss you.” His mouth inches from hers, and she could only assume he paused to give her a chance to refuse him if she wanted.

“Thank God.” She rose up the last two inches until her lips brushed his. She was stunned by the softness of it. She’d anticipated a rushed, frantic kiss, but Rob clearly had other plans. His lips studied hers as if they had the rest of their lives to figure out how to do it right.

His breath tickled as he murmured against her cheek, placing soft kisses everywhere he touched. “Part of the festivities tomorrow includes a kissing contest.”

“No need to bother. You win,” she teased.

Chuckling lightly, Rob tugged at her earlobe with his teeth before his lips followed the curve of her neck, placing soft kisses there.

She ran her hands through his soft, brown hair, pulling his lips back to hers, and he kissed her again, much more deeply this time. His tongue enticed and teased her mouth and his arms held her so closely she wasn’t sure where she ended and he began.