“Did you hear me, Josh? I want you to watch Henn kiss me—watchclosely.”
“I heard you, Madame Terrorist.”
Henn looks at Josh, seemingly for permission.
“Go ahead,” Josh says. “Kiss her. She’s all yours.” He exhales and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.
He’s really not gonna stop me? Goddammit! I feel like stomping my feet, I’m so mad. Doesn’t he realize this whole thing’s not about his stupid application anymore? We’re way beyond that now. Now it’s about something more—something bigger.
“Kat?” Henn asks. “Are you okay?”
I wipe my eyes, emotion threatening. I don’t look at Josh—I can’t. I’m afraid if I do, my eyes will betray every last thought bouncing around in my head. I want him. I want him so bad, I’m aching. But I want all of him. Not just his lips or his very large dick. I want to know what’s hiding beneath his Happy Josh mask. “Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s do this,” I say.
“You’re sure you’re cool with it?” Henn asks me.
“Yeah. I’m sure.” I stand. “I can’t think of a single reason not to.”
I can feel Josh’s eyes on me, but I don’t look at him.
Henn stands slowly.
“And you’re cool, Josh?”
“Yup.”
My chest is tight. I still can’t look at Josh. “Okay,” I say. “Gimme your top-of-the-line smooch, Henny. Hit me with your best shot.”
Henn takes a slow step toward me. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.” I put my finger up. “Just for instructional purposes, though.”
“Yeah, I know.” Henn exhales. “Should I go brush my teeth first? Have a mint?”
“Did you eat onions or garlic recently?”
“No. Chocolate cake, apple pie, cheesecake, ice cream. Oh, and tiramisu.”
“We’re good, then.”
He exhales and shakes out his arms. “Whew. Okay.”
Henn takes another step toward me. And then another. But then he stops. He glances at Josh—but since I can’t bring myself to look at Josh’s face right now, I have no idea what Henn is seeing over there. Whatever it is, Henn obviously feels emboldened by it, because he turns back to me and takes another step, bridging the final gap between our bodies.
Henn cups my face gently in his palms and leans forward.
I close my eyes and, within half a second, Henn’s soft, warm lips meet mine, gently at first—as if he’s introducing himself to me—and after a few seconds, coax my mouth open with surprising confidence and skill. He slides his tongue into my mouth, instantly leading my tongue into a sensuous, languid, swirling motion—until, after one last flicker of his tongue, his lips guide mine closed and he retreats.
Henn’s lips leave mine. Kiss over.
Holy shitballs.
I open my eyes to find Henn staring at me, his eyes wide and face red.
I glance at Josh, my cheeks suddenly blazing with heat, and my breath catches at the ferocious expression on his face. I don’t know Josh well enough to understand exactly what emotion he’s telegraphing right now—is that anger, arousal, jealousy... or something else? Whatever it is, it’s clear to me the man is feeling something fueled by a shit-ton of testosterone.
“I... That was... um . . .” I stammer. “Wow, Henn.” I swallow hard. “I don’t think you need... any... instruction whatsoever.”
Twenty-Five
