"My coffee is getting cold," she said, by way of disengaging herself. He let her go slowly, and as she moved back, not meeting his gaze, she was aware of how cold she was without his body heat. She grabbed the cappuccino as a lifeline. "Kip, this is just amazing."
"I came here prepared to argue with you for this."
She smiled. She should be arguing. Maybe it was the early morning, or his unexpected arrival. She didn't know. "I know. I would. I dunno. Do you have to go back today? To Calgary?"
He shook his head. "I don't have practice until tomorrow. At like 10."
"Will you stick around and come back for supper? As a thank you." Just a thank you. Not because she didn't want him to go. Liar, the little voice in her head sing-songed.
He nodded. "I'd love too."
She felt her smile widening. "I wish I could take the day off, so you didn't have to hang out alone here." It was true, she wanted to just hang out with him.
He was suddenly standing beside her. He took the cup from her hands and pulled her close again. "I'll come back on weekend." His face was getting closer. Mandy's breath caught in her throat, as she tilted her head back to look at him. "We can just hang out. When I have some time off."
She let out a little groan, her lips parting. And he was kissing her. It wasn't the brush from last night. This was firm pressure, hesitant at the same time, he was going to back off if she pushed him away.
She didn't back or push away. She pressed into him. She kissed him back. She parted her lips for his tongue, pressing into her mouth, like molten lava, hot liquid. It melted her. Good thing his arms were wrapped around her, holding her up.
It was just like the first time and last time, all over again. It was amazing, seductive, warm. It was promises and hopes. She tried to get closer, as the kiss turned from sweet and hesitant, to possessive and heated. Time apart hadn't dulled any of their attraction that was for certain. She was about to rub her hips against him, when there was a worried "Mom?" from the other side of the room.
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Kip expected to be shown the door after the heated kiss in the kitchen earlier that morning. He was laying in his hotel bed, his hands stacked under his head as he stared at the ceiling. It wasn't so much the kiss that was the problem, but being walked in on by Mandy's son. Getting caught like that had been nerve wracking.