The Kiss Keeper - Krista Sandor Page 0,30

them. For a married couple, they didn’t seem to like each other very much.

“Okay! Okay! Okay! Truth or dare, Nat,” Lara clucked, clapping her hands.

Natalie turned to him, wide-eyed, and he understood her unease. They couldn’t choose truth because they hadn’t worked all that out yet.

“Dare,” she answered.

Leo leaned forward as the fire lit his creepy as hell expression. “I dare you to take off your shoes and run around the firepit five times.”

This foot freak!

Jake squared his jaw. “Hell, no, Dr. Dix. And this is your last warning about Natalie and the foot shit. The only person here that gets to touch Natalie’s feet is me.”

He pinned the man with his gaze. He needed Dr. Tootsie Toucher to get the message loud and clear.

“Then kiss her,” Leslie barked, cutting through the testosterone haze.

“Right here? In front of everyone?” Natalie asked.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Lara and Marcus cheered.

Leslie crossed her arms. “That’s the dare.”

Natalie gave him a nervous smile. “A quick kiss couldn’t hurt.”

Quick kiss. Okay, he could do this. He leaned in and pecked her lips.

Bing, bang, boom! Done.

Leslie groaned. “Oh my, God! You guys look about as comfortable kissing as two thirteen-year-olds before they have to give it up for the Kiss Keeper. After five months and six days, you have slept together, right?”

In a flurry of awkward responses, Natalie said yes just as he’d shot back a resounding no.

“So, you have, or you haven’t?” Leslie demanded.

Natalie nodded emphatically. “We have. We totally have. Remember that time we had intercourse at that…hotel.”

They could not screw this up. That stink-eyed Leslie already seemed to be on to them.

He nodded to his fake girlfriend. “Yeah, and then, there was that time we had intercourse in a…bed,” he added and immediately wanted to head-butt himself.

Intercourse? What was this? High school sex ed?

Sweet Christ! They sounded like idiots.

“Twice? That’s it?” Leo questioned.

“That was…one day. We like to do it several times a day,” Natalie countered with a nonchalant wave of her hand.

He turned to her. “We do?”

She nodded, her eyes begging him to go along. “We do.”

He turned to Leslie and Leo and plastered on his best shit-eating grin. “We do.”

Leslie’s features hardened. “Then let’s see a real kiss. It can’t be hard for you guys, especially if you’re screwing multiple times a day.”

Natalie twisted the belt of her trench coat. “Sure, we can—”

But before she finished whatever the hell she was going to say, he cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers, and the earth shifted off its axis.

He’d kissed a lot of women, but it had been years since a kiss had taken over all his senses.

Natalie’s sweet gasps and petal-soft lips had him reeling. He watched as the shock in her eyes disappeared. She blinked them closed and leaned in, pressing her hands to his chest. They fit together like the last piece of a puzzle, clicking into place, no doubt as to where they belonged in the world. He tilted her head, and she sighed, allowing their tongues to meet in a sensual ebb and flow of warm, wet heat.

“Natalie,” he whispered, pulling back a fraction before sliding her onto his lap.

He needed to have her closer. He wanted every part of her pressed to him. She threaded her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, and his cock strained against his pants. Her breaths came in tight gasps, and he gripped her ass, shifting her body to straddle him as her breasts pressed against his chest, and her soft, supple curves met his hard angles.

He wasn’t one for kissing. He was more of a get-to-the-fucking guy. But he’d gladly kiss Natalie Callahan all night long. Unfortunately, a blow to his arm put the brakes on their kissing session.

He stared at the ground where an ugly as hell shoe rested, then glanced over at Leslie, wild-eyed, with another Dr. Scholl’s clog in her hand, ready to throw in their direction.

“Time-out, Porn Hub! We said to kiss, not dry-hump!” Leslie bit out then chucked the shoe.

This time, he was ready and caught it then tossed it to the ground. But he didn’t give a damn about a pair of orthopedic shoes and turned his attention back to the beautiful trench-wearing brunette on his lap.

“I think we nailed truth or dare. Are you ready to call it a night?”

Natalie brushed her fingertips over her kiss-swollen lips. “Okay,” she replied on a dreamy exhale.

“Okay,” he echoed, trying to sound all business and not reveal