“It doesn’t?”
“No, you’re far too sure of yourself to be worried about my inattention.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” he murmured as she snuck peeks at him.
Drat. The numb had disappeared again and now she was feeling far too much.
And his sexiness was back to affecting her.
Reaching out, he cupped her chin. “You’ve gone all shy on me, huh? I thought you were getting past that.”
“I’m working on it.”
“Yeah?” He moved closer. What was he doing? A tendril of something unfurled inside her.
Panic?
Or want?
Both, most likely.
“How are you working on that?” he asked.
“By looking at you for small moments at a time. I’ve been trying to get myself more used to your, um, face.”
“You like my face?”
“How is that even a question?” she asked. “You know I like your face. Who wouldn’t? You’re gorgeous.”
“I’m not the one who is gorgeous, beautiful girl,” he murmured. “But thank you.”
Then his hand cupped her cheek. Was he going to kiss her? Did she want that?
Of course she wanted that.
And then his face grew close to hers and his lips touched hers. Part of her wondered if she’d built it up too much and it would fizz out. But this was even better than she’d expected. His lips were warm. They were soft and firm at the same time. How that was the case, she didn’t know. She couldn’t explain it.
All she knew was that he was being gentle, yet at the same time he was firmly in charge. His hand slid around to the back of her neck as he deepened the kiss.
Maya found herself melting into him. Reaching out, she wound one hand around his neck. She wanted to be closer to him. She attempted to move, to crawl into his lap, but she wasbrought up by something which pulled her back. Before she could figure out what was going on, something wet swiped over her cheek.
Ew.
What the heck?
Why would he lick her? She drew back, wiping at her cheek. Just as a furry body landed in her lap, his back feet on her thighs and front feet on her chest.
His tongue came out again and swiped her chin.
“Ew, okay, that’s gross, Dougie. Your breath smells like garbage.”
“He certainly has interesting timing.”
She glanced over at Matthieu, worried he might be mad at Dougie for interrupting them. But he looked more amused than anything else.
“Got to admit, I thought it was you licking my cheek for a moment,” she said.
“Hmm, you’re not fond of being licked, Bébé?” he queried.
