Free Tell Them Lies (Three Little Words Book 3) by Karla Sorensen

would feel like...like a dream, I suppose. It would probably feel like I wouldn't even want to stop working. And what would that be like? It's hard to imagine."
    "It sounds perfect for you," he replied, smiling at her.
    All those words strung together made her eyes brighter and bluer, and her hands stopped pulling at her sweater, and started moving as she spoke. It was so cheesy, he damn well knew it, but she looked like an actual angel, bright and sweet and kind, all those untapped dreams just itching to get out.
    Kieran glanced over at the clock, afraid that they didn't have nearly enough time to feel normal, feel comfortable around each other. She still looked so damn nervous just standing these couple of feet away from him.
    "I'm a bad girlfriend."
    That snapped his eyes back to her, surprised to see a mischievous little smile on her face.
    "Wha..." he couldn't even finish the sentence, she looked so good like that.
    "I haven't asked you nearly as many questions as you have me. How will your mom ever believe that this," she gestured between them, "is real? I don't know what your favorite color is or where you went to school or--"
    Taking a deep breath, he pushed off of where he was leaning against the counter and stepped right up against her. Immediately, her hands flew up to his chest, not exactly pushing, but firmly braced so he couldn't move further towards her.
    "What are you doing?" she asked, sounding slightly breathless. Yeah, what was he doing ? Testing, trying and definitely, most definitely wanting .
    Her eyes said so much to him. Nervous? Yes, she was nervous, but not scared. He lifted one hand to trace the line of her hair to where it was tucked behind her ear. Her skin was like fricken silk, and her hair felt smooth under his fingertip. She swallowed hard, and then he felt it, just the tiniest curving in of her fingers on his chest.
    Her eyes searched his, and without breaking their stare, Kieran dipped his mouth down to touch against her lips. One soft brush, then two. A third that was just a breath longer. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and he felt a tiny exhalation against his lips.
    Then she moved towards him, stopping just shy of them kissing again. He kept his eyes open, because there was no damn way he wanted to miss any of this, even though he was so close to her that he could practically count each long, dark lash resting on her face.
    When he didn't move that last eighth of an inch, she made a little sound that sounded an awful lot like frustration. So he put them both out of their misery and sealed his mouth over hers, threading his hands through all that cool blonde hair.
    Her mouth tasted like wine when he touched his tongue to hers, and it made him groan. They fit together, just about perfectly. She fit with him. Because she was tall and slim and felt so damn perfect that he tried to breathe in the same air that she pushed out. Her hands moved up, and he settled in against her, relishing how it would feel when she wrapped her arms up around his shoulders.
    Only she didn't, she pushed against his shoulders, so he immediately pulled back.
    Her chest heaved with the breaths she was pulling in, and if he looked down, he would probably see the same movement on his own body.
    Liz touched a hand to her mouth, staring at him with wide eyes. "What was that?"
    "Besides the perfect first kiss?"
    Clearly she didn't expect that kind of answer, because she shifted to the side, a little further away from him.
    "Look," he said, rubbing a hand across the top of his head, "I could lie to you right now, and say that I was just getting that out of the way before my mom gets here in about ohh, three minutes. But I don't want to lie, not about that." He waved a hand between them, feeling slightly desperate that that kiss might not have rocked her in the same way that it did him. "That was because I wanted to kiss you."
    "Because you wanted to kiss me," she repeated slowly.
    "But," he conceded, "it is nice to know that I