Sweet as Honey (The Seven Sisters) - By Caitlyn Robertson Page 0,23

rest on them. “Does she know what a naughty boy you are in the bedroom?”

His gaze snapped back up to hers. “Don’t.”

She leaned forward, amused now, her eyes daring, taunting. “Do you think she’ll be willing to let you do the kind of things that I let you do to me?” She moistened her lips again. “Whatever your dirty mind could come up with?”

He pushed his chair back, stood and walked out of the café, wishing he’d done it ten minutes ago, wishing he hadn’t let her into the car. He strode across the car park and unlocked the car door, but before he could open it she put her knee against it, forcing it closed again.

“Going so quickly?” she said breathlessly. “We’ve only just got started.”

“Get out of my way,” he snapped, pushing her to the side.

She grabbed him, however, tightening her arms around him and locking her hands behind his back. “I know you,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “She’s been happy to go without sex for so long. Do you think she’s going to understand when you want it five times in one night? When you ask her to do things—wicked things to fill that darkness inside of you?”

He tried to loosen her arms, failed and banged her back against the car. “Let me go!”

But she refused to let him go, one hand holding his head, her fingers tightening painfully in his hair. Her red lips reminded him vividly of when she used to go down on him. She had been fantastic at oral sex, and it had been a difficult vision to eliminate from his memories.

Her lips clamped on his, sticky and hot, and for a brief moment—it couldn’t have been more than a second or two—Dex hesitated. Her body was soft, her breasts pressing against his chest, and the slide of her tongue in his mouth and the feel of her against him had the blood racing around his body.

And then a vision of Honey shot into his head, and he stumbled back, nausea flooding him. Fuck. What the fucking fuck was he doing?!

Scrubbing at his lips, he pushed Cathryn away, got in the car and drove off without another word, leaving her standing there. She didn’t run after the car or even shout—just watched him drive away, a solitary figure in his rear view mirror, her face filled not with hatred this time but with amusement and an abiding sense of victory.

He pushed the accelerator to the floor and flew back up the state highway. His head spun and for a few minutes he worried he might throw up on the passenger seat.

In one swift move, he’d put his new life in danger, risked it all for a snatched kiss outside a seedy café. Had anyone seen him? He’d been in uniform, for Christ’s sake, leaning against a police car. He was well known throughout a good portion of the Northland and he hadn’t even dragged her around the corner out of sight—he’d kissed her in full view of the passing traffic. Someone could be on their mobile to Honey right now, telling her. I saw your fiancé kissing another woman in public.

He pulled over to the side of the road, opened the door and sat there for a moment, close to vomiting.

Eventually, his stomach settling a little, he shut the door and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. His heart pounded, but he forced himself to calm down, to keep his cool.

Yes, he’d made a grave mistake. But it could have been worse. He hadn’t taken her off to a motel and fucked her. It had only been a kiss, less than five seconds of their lips touching, hardly enough to bring an engagement to an end.

You think that matters? His brain screamed at him. You think Honey would understand if she found out? Would you understand, if you saw her kissing Ian Mc-Fucking-Idiot? Of course he wouldn’t—he would be terribly, irrevocably hurt. He would think she still loved her ex, and that she couldn’t possibly love him, Dex, to have betrayed him so badly.

He just had to hope she didn’t find out. There was no guarantee he’d been seen by anyone he knew. The kiss had been brief after all, and even if someone had seen them in the café talking, that wasn’t a crime—he often met up with friends and colleagues for a drink.

His mouth felt sour, and his head ached. Despair and doubt swirled around him. Cathryn