And Then He Kissed Me by Kim Amos

corded hardness of his forearms, his biceps. She inhaled his spicy scent and the bleach of the clean bathroom just underneath.
    The bathroom.
    Good God, she should be horrified at losing herself like this in a bathroom, of all places. With colleagues from the dealership just outside, no less! If people found out, everyone in town would be gossiping about it.
    She squeezed her eyes shut against the whispers in her head and pressed herself fully against Kieran’s body. She could feel his hardness through the fabric of her jeans. The thick stiffness of it made her heart pound. He groaned and ran his hands down her corseted sides. Sparks ignited behind her eyelids. It didn’t matter one bit what anyone said, she realized, sucking on his lower lip. For the first time in years, Audrey felt alive.
    Memories that she’d shut away for too long came surging forward with the power of ocean waves: In vivid high definition, she could still remember how Kieran had peeled off her clothes as they tumbled into bed together and then stared at her as if she’d been a Renaissance sculpture. The seconds had ticked in her head—was he horrified by what he was seeing?—but the awe on his face was unmistakable. He’d run his hands over every part of her: calves, thighs, stomach, arms, even hands and feet. She’d wondered what he was doing, but then he’d murmured into her ear how he’d begun to doubt if she was real, and touching every part of her was the only way he’d know he wasn’t dreaming.
    Kieran was a mass of angles and muscles that thrilled her, but it was when he’d quoted Emily Dickinson to her in bed—“I had been hungry, all the years, my noon had come, to dine”—that she’d found herself swept up in an explosion of affection, a glittering supernova of emotion for this man. He could have just been another hot body in a leather jacket. But Kieran was something else entirely, something that had pierced right through her in a way she hadn’t expected.
    And now, as if reading her thoughts, he murmured into her ear, “Boldness be my friend,” and lowered his head to place his lips against the rounded top of her breast.
    Was that Shakespeare he was quoting? But suddenly it didn’t matter, because he’d freed her breasts from the corset and placed the tip of one in his mouth, sucking gently. Hot sparks lit up her body. She moaned, biting her lip against the sound, against the improbable rightness of his touch.
    She plunged her fingers into his dark red hair and arched against him. His lips were hot on her skin, his tongue was alive and wild. Audrey was the verge of losing herself completely when his cell phone rang. The shrill noise echoed off the cold tile of the bathroom, shattering the moment.
    “Dammit,” Kieran mumbled, fumbling for the device in his back pocket. It rang again, high and loud, and Audrey heard laughter outside the bathroom door. “Folks taking calls in the bathroom, what’s next?” someone said. It sounded like Fletch.
    Kieran ignored the call and shoved the phone back into his pocket. He studied her for a long moment, his broad chest rising and falling like he’d just run a race. Audrey was keenly aware that her breasts were still exposed, her nipples taut and high in the cold air. A hungry part of her wanted Kieran’s mouth on them again, even though another part of her cried out that this had been a terrible mistake. They’d both lost their heads.
    Slowly, cold dread replaced Audrey’s hot lust. Had she really played the fool and let Kieran take what he wanted from her all over again? And in a company bathroom, no less?
    Her cheeks burned. She fumbled for her corset and pulled it over her aching breasts. Kieran watched her but didn’t offer to help.
    Damn him, she thought bitterly. But damn me more for being so stupid.
    Her brain raced, searching for a way to salvage her dignity. She straightened, determined to seem as though this had been no big deal. Like she did this thing all the