Peter didn’t stop at the interruption. He couldn’t. He kissed Kiya gently at first, tentatively, almost hesitantly to make sure she was fully on board with the idea of the kiss, but when she started making little happy noises in the back of her throat, he unleashed his passion, deepening the kiss until his mind and body and, hell, even his soul were caught up in the sweetness that was Kiya.
“Holy hand grenades, do you know how to kiss,” Kiya said against his lips as she came up for air. “That was the best kiss ever. My whole body is tingling. However, there’s a rock digging into my back, and although I don’t mind the fact that we got kind of carried away, we are out in the open where anyone can see us.”
It took him a second or two to come to his senses enough to realize that they were ly
