to stroke the side of his cheek. As if checking he was real. When it came, her smile was tender and her eyes were warm. ‘I’m so happy to hear you say that. It’s just that...’ She paused
‘What?’ he asked.
‘All these expectations on us. It...it’s daunting. And what will we tell people?’
‘Nothing. Let them figure it out for themselves.’ He gripped her hands. ‘This is just about you and me. It’s always just been you and me.’
‘And we—’
‘Enough with the talking,’ he growled, and he silenced her with a kiss.
A kiss to seal their bargain. A kiss to tell her what words could not.
But the kiss rapidly escalated to something hot and hungry and urgent. She matched his urgency with lips, teeth, tongue. He let go her hands so he could pull her tight. Her curves shaped to him as though they were made to fit and she wound her arms around his neck to pull him closer. The strap of her yellow dress slid off her shoulder. He wanted to slide the dress right off her.
He broke away from the kiss, his breath hard and ragged. ‘We’re out of here. To get some privacy.’
‘Wh...what about the shop?’ Her own ragged breathing made her barely coherent.
‘How many books have you sold today?’
‘Just...just a few.’
‘Yeah. Not many customers. Too many gossips.’ He stroked the bare warm skin on her shoulder, exalted in her shiver of response.
‘They did seem to spend more time lurking around corners and looking at me than browsing,’ she admitted.
Her hands slid through his hair with an unconscious sensuality that made him shudder with want.
‘You shut down the computer. I’ll set the alarm.’
‘But Ida...’
‘Don’t worry about Ida.’ He could easily make up to his aunt for any drop in sales figures.
Sandy started to say something. He silenced her with another kiss. She moaned a throaty little sound that made him all the more determined to get her out of here and to somewhere private, where he could kiss her without an audience.
The old-fashioned doorbell on the top of the shop door jangled loudly.
Sandy froze in his arms. Then she pulled away from him, cheeks flushed, eyes unfocused. Her quiet groan of frustration echoed his. She pressed a quick, hard kiss on his mouth and looked up wordlessly at him.
To anyone coming into the store they would look as guilty as the pair of teenagers they’d once been. He rolled his eyes. Sandy started to shake with repressed giggles.
He kept his arm firmly around her as they turned to face the two middle-aged women who had entered the shop. Both friends of his mother.
Two sets of eyebrows had risen practically to their hairlines.
News of kiss number two for the day would be rapidly telegraphed through the town.
And he didn’t give a damn.
‘Sorry, ladies,’ he said, in a voice that put paid to any argument. ‘This shop is closed.’
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