"Oh, shut up and kiss me," Karen muttered, but Roger was stunned by her boldness. By the time he regained himself and cupped her jaw, she smiled sweetly and pulled away. "Too late."
Roger wanted to cry. His little wife had played a fast one on him. She was slippery, unpredictable, and damn irresistible.
Turning to admire the orchids once more, Roger grabbed her arm, swiftly twirling her around and trapping her safely in his arms. His lips met hers, his tongue slowly parted her soft rosy lips, making her stomach flutter.
Her heart pounded as he deepened the kiss, her hand pressing the back of his neck and pulling him closer. That singular action sparked something inside him, increasing the intensity of the kiss.
It was messy, desperate, and way too honest to take back. Pulling
