Her furrowed brow and the indignant tone of her voice taunted him, tempted him. “I would never lie to her.”
He slipped his hand around to the back of her neck, under the silky curtain of her hair. His thumb caressed the softness along her jaw.
Her eyes widened, yet she didn’t flinch, didn’t push him away. “What are you doing?”
He brushed his lips across hers once, twice.
She sucked in her breath but didn’t move. Didn’t speak, didn’t stop him. Instead she placed a tentative hand on his chest, then slowly gripped the lapel of his jacket—to steady herself, no doubt. Or maybe to draw him closer?
Her lips parted, and he boldly swept his tongue inside, tasting, seeking.
He’d only meant to tease her, to taunt her as she’d been doing to him. But damn. She turned toward him, sliding her arms around his neck, heating up the kiss to a blood-pounding, head-spinning level.
When a car turned in to the parking lot, flashing its headlights at them, Molly finally came to her senses and pulled away. “What in the world was that all about?”
“You’re not my type either,” he told her. “So tell my mother that I’m rude or a cynical jerk. Tell her I’m a die-hard bachelor who never wants to settle down with one woman. That I’m stubborn and cocky and too damn set in my ways.”
She merely stared at him, her lips swollen, a red flush on her cheeks and neck.
“But don’t tell her there’s no chemistry between us,” he added, flashing her a rebel grin.
“Because that, sweet Molly, would a be bold-faced lie.”
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