“Oh?” He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know the answer because he didn’t want to think of her kissing other men, but he asked anyhow. “And how do I kiss you that is better than how anyone else has kissed you?”
“It’s like you can’t get enough of me, but at the same time, you’re conscious of what I want and what I need from you. It’s… heady. You’re an amazing kisser, Shane.”
“That or the others were just really crappy kissers.”
“No. It’s all you, babe.”
Grinning, he clasped her face and kissed her soundly with an urgency brought on by the knowledge that they were technically on the clock even if this night felt like the furthest thing from work. “Kisses and flattery. I think I could get used to this.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
“Shane?”
“Hmm?”
“What did my dad mean when he sai
