Tender Kisses. Sheryl Lister

      Justin thought she would argue, but she nodded instead. “Thank you.”

      He pulled out his cell and handed it to her so she could input her address. “I should probably follow you home. It’s getting late.”

      Siobhan lifted an eyebrow. “You’re taking this gentleman thing a little far, aren’t you?”

      “Nope.” He slanted his mouth over hers, inhaling her reply. His arm slid around her waist and pulled her closer to the fit of his body. Justin could have kept right on kissing her, but didn’t want to press his luck. He stepped back, held the car door open and waited for her to get in. “I’ll be right behind you,” he said, closing the door.

      He slid into his car and gripped the steering wheel. Each kiss he gave Siobhan challenged his resolve to keep their relationship casual.