on making them. Instead, every time Regan moved, his gaze moved with her. He was trying really hard to retain his sanity, by telling himself he’d seen a pair of nice-looking thighs a lot of times. But his subconscious would counter: never Regan’s and never this much. They just reminded him how it had felt being between those thighs.
“Will it be much longer?”
He glanced over at her. She stood close to him and he inhaled her scent. Shower-fresh, clean and jasmine. “Not too much longer. The baked chicken will be ready to come out of the oven about the same time I’ll be ready to slide this batch of brownies in.” He’d decided to bake brownies because he knew just how much Regan liked them. Now she would get a chance to try his.
A half hour later, he took off his apron. The baked chicken and rice pilaf were done, the broccoli and carrots were simmering and the brownies were in the oven. He glanced over at Regan. “Thanks. You were a big help.”
She laughed. “I did my best. Are you sure I didn’t get in the way?”
“No, you didn’t get in the way.” He glanced at his watch. “We have a little less than an hour before everything will be ready.”
“Do you want to go for a walk?” she asked him.
He pulled her close and rubbed his hand down her arms. He loved seeing her body’s reaction to his touch. They didn’t have time for a full-blown lovemaking session and he’d never been one for quickies. For him, lovemaking was something to be savored, appreciated and made to last as long as it could.
“We can take a walk after dinner. I prefer doing something else.” He saw the way her eyes immediately darkened and knew what she assumed he was about to suggest. “Not that, either. I’m looking forward to tonight.”
“Oh? Then what?”
Was that disappointment he heard in her voice? His hands slid from her arms to her waist. “You ever played a kissing game?”
She lifted a brow. “Kissing game? Can’t say that I have. Have you?”
He shook his head, grinning. “No, but when I was in the Marines, it was a game the guys would talk about. Evidently, it’s a popular game that the Lower 48 are used to playing, but me and Walker, the only ones from Alaska, had never heard of it.”
“How is it played?”
“For starters, like this.” Pulling her to him, he leaned down and captured her mouth in his. On her moan, his tongue slid inside her mouth. He loved the way her body automatically responded to him, whether to lovemaking or kisses.
He deepened the kiss, and she reciprocated. Their mouths mated greedily, voraciously. For a moment, he felt as if he could eat her alive. He had allowed his body to go without sex for a while. What would she think if she knew he hadn’t made love to a woman since the Westmorelands’ charity ball?
He released her mouth. She was panting, but then so was he. Every time he kissed her, desire twisted his guts. Maybe he should back out of this kissing game. He might not be able to stand the heat that would be generated.
Sweeping her off her feet and into his arms, he left the kitchen and walked to the living room. He eased down onto the sofa with her in his arms, his hand coming into contact with her bare bottom.
“So, what’s this kissing game called, Garth?”
One of the things he liked about her was that she didn’t have an aversion to trying something different. “Too Hot.”
She nodded while adjusting her body to sit up in his lap. There was no way she wasn’t aware of his aroused state. “How is it played?’
Just looking at her made him want to bury his face in the hollow of her throat to breathe in her scent. He was still that attracted to her. Making love hadn’t even put a dent in his desire. She was still very much in his system, and he wasn’t sure how he was going to get her out of there. But he had to do it by the time they left here. He had no choice.
“The object of the game is for a couple to kiss without stopping and without touching each other. If one of the players touches the other in any way, then he or she loses and the winner gets to do whatever he or she wants to the loser.”
He saw the