Dude pulled Cheyenne forward, put his right hand under her chin and lifted her head so he could get at her with the perfect angle, and kissed her long and deep. The kiss was over way too quickly, but Dude knew he had to get them out of there. Every word he’d spoken was the God’s honest truth, and if he didn’t get them gone, they wouldn’t go.
Dude pulled back. “Peppermint. Every time I kiss you, you taste different.”
“It’s my lip balm,” Cheyenne told him softly.
“I love it.” Dude left his right hand under her chin, forcing her to look at him, and took his left hand and curled his remaining fingers down and ran the stubs of his fingers over the mark on the side of her neck, her collarbone, then down over the swells of her breasts. Without looking away from her eyes, Dude moved his hand lo
