The kiss was gentle, but Lara still felt flushed and overheated as his deliciously soft lips brushed against hers. She shivered as Greg’s fingers brushed through her hair, and her whole body melted against him as he tilted her head back and deepened the kiss. Lara wanted to do more and would have done more, but Greg’s searing kisses soon became gentle pecks, and then he was pulling away.
“I want to carry on,” he admitted with a swallow. “And I’ll probably be kicking myself later for saying this, but I don’t think now is the right time.”
Lara’s disappointment vanished, and she giggled. “You’re probably right,” she agreed. “Finding out that we were killed by my husband in a previous life doesn’t exactly set the mood,” she sighed.
“How about we just watch something and we can make some
