“No, I’m not married.”
I raised my hand to look at my wedding band. I never thought to remove it. I shrugged. “Widowed. Five years.”
“You thought I didn’t like the kiss?” he said incredulously.
I felt him tense when I leaned in and placed my mouth to his. This time, I was the one that caused the moan to escape his lips. “It’s kind of like riding a bike,” I mused.
“I thought you were leaving.” He smiled slyly.
“I thought you didn’t want me to.” I kissed him again.
“Jess…I loved the kiss. I just didn’t want to have to convince you to leave your husband for me.” His fingers gripped my hips and he nuzzled my neck, his words hot on my skin. “I think you’ll need to sit on the other side of the room for us to continue to talk or I’ll end up breaking my word.”
“What word would that be?” Tangling his hair through my fingers, I laughed when he playfully nipped at my jaw.
“That I didn’t invite you here for sex,” he mumbled.
I found my lips craving his. His mouth tasted so good. “But you did. Didn’t you,” I stated, pulling back a little.
“No. You aren’t like the others.” He ran kisses along my collarbone trying to distract me.
“Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to go back on my word.” Hope filled his voice. “You know, if you’re a willing participant.”
“Maybe,” I muttered when his mouth found mine again and again, sending a zing straight through my body. My breath caught when his hand found its way under my shirt and his knuckles grazed over my nipple. Regaining my wits, I stepped back. “No. I can’t. We have to stop.” I side-stepped him and rubbed my face, readjusting the shirt that had become bunched around my breasts. “We shouldn’t…well, we should at least slow down.”
He turned away and appeared to be readjusting himself. “You’re right. That isn’t how I want this to go.” He grabbed a new bottle of beer and plopped onto the far end of the couch, taking a long swig.
“How did you see it going?”
Penn stared blankly. “I don’t see it going into my bedroom if that’s what you’re asking. You already seem to have gotten the Penn is a douchebag memo. I don’t want them to be proven correct.”