shook her head as she stared at the photo.
“And then there’s the baby of the family, Harmony.”
“I like her.” When she turned her head, our faces were just inches apart. I noticed her breath hitch as she said, “She says exactly what she’s thinking.”
“Yes, she does.” Her eyes dipped to my mouth, and she licked her lips once again. The tension between us was palpable and I wanted to know if I was the only one feeling it or not. “What are you thinking right now?”
“Um…I was thinking that… I wished I remembered our kiss.”
Chapter 19
Sasha
“The only way you’ll know if you can fly is if ya jump.”
~ Barbara-Jean Nelson
I wish I remembered our kiss?
I couldn’t believe that I’d just said that out loud. It was bold, and very unlike me. There was something about Beau, I felt empowered around him. Like I could be completely myself. Like I didn’t have a choice to be anything but myself. It was in the way he looked at me…the way he saw me. It was unnerving and exhilarating all at once.
“I can remind you.” Beau’s voice was low and raspy.
My chin dipped in a nod. “Oka—”
I barely got the word out and his lips were on mine. His fingers wrapped around the back of my neck and tilted my head up. My hands gripped his shoulders to anchor myself, and I couldn’t help but notice just how strong, how solid he felt beneath my touch.
The kiss started out slow, methodical even. His mouth met mine with a dizzying combination of gentleness yet still firm. My head was spinning in a sensual haze. With deliberate movements, he coaxed my lips apart and slid his tongue between them.
Our tongues met and even though I couldn’t remember the first kiss we’d shared, this one felt familiar. I’d had to kiss countless costars and there was usually an awkwardness in the first kiss. But I supposed even though my mind couldn’t retrieve the memory, my body had it stored.
Arousal burst through me like a popped fire hydrant. I wanted more of him, more of his touch, more of his kiss. A moan rumbled from my chest as I pressed my body to his, wanting to feel the solidness of his strength.
It wasn’t enough and I whimpered with need as I clung to his chiseled shoulders.
His mouth left mine and he began pressing soft kisses along my neck. My fingers threaded through his thick, still-damp hair as I tilted my head back to give him total access. He took two steps forward backing me up against the wall. I used the leverage to lift my leg and wrap it around his waist. The position aligned my sex with the zipper of his jeans that felt like it was housing a steel rod. As soon as my sex came into contact with his trapped erection, my hips instinctively rolled into it, seeking more contact.
The next thing I knew his hands gripped my hips and lifted the foot I had on the ground off of it. My other leg wrapped around his waist and my back and shoulders were pressed to the wall. His hands kneaded the flesh of my backside as I rocked into him. He covered my neck in open mouth kisses, nipping at the damp path he left as he moved from side to side and up and down in tantalizing motions.
“Please…more…” I begged for something I couldn’t even verbalize.
When I did, his hand moved down my body and he picked me up and set me on the counter. The skirt of my dress fanned out and my butt cheeks landed on the cold slab of marble. I sucked in a startled breath, from the cold against my skin that was burning hot.
Beau’s mouth was on mine again kissing me with a ferocity that sent my arousal into overdrive. I felt ravenous for his touch, his kiss, his body. I’d never felt so much pent-up need coursing through my veins. Beau was tapping into a primal need I’d never explored before.
He started to pull away from me again and I bit his lower lip. Not hard, just enough to express the wild abandon I was experiencing. A deep growl vibrated through his chest and his fingers dug into my hips.
I started pulling at his shirt and he lifted his arms to allow me to remove it. When I saw all of the tattoos that covered his chiseled chest, my hands reached out and touched them. I