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“I’ve shocked you into silence. That’s got to be a first.”
Solo blinked those gorgeous eyes of his and then licked at his lower lip, and if I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought he was nervous. But no, this was Solo—fly by the seat of your pants at a million miles an hour Solo—and nothing made him nervous.
“I think it might be,” he finally said, and looked down to our joined hands again.
“Did I make you uncomfortable?”
Solo shook his head. “No. I just… It’s…”
I smiled as Solo tried to form a sentence. But when nothing came out and his cheeks flushed—actually fucking flushed—I full-on grinned.
Nothing made Solo nervous, except, apparently, me. “You don’t want that?”
“Want what?”
“Me thinking about how good your hand feels in mine?”
“Jesus.” Solo rubbed his face. “You’ve done, like, a total one-eighty on me. I guess my, um, brain is trying to catch-up.”
With my hand firmly wrapped around his, I tugged him across the console and leaned in until my lips ghosted over the top of his. “You don’t mind if I kiss you until it does, do you?”
“What the hell happened to you up there in that plane?”
I nipped at his lower lip, and when Solo moaned and opened for me, I whispered, “I realized what’s important.”
Right there, in an open convertible where anyone could see, I kissed Solo, softly at first, giving him a moment to get his bearings, since I seemed to have blown his mind. Then, as his lips melted into mine, I reached for the back of his neck, holding him right where I wanted him, and when I felt him grasp at the sides of my shirt, I knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

Viktor még egyszer, utoljára megijedt a saját hangjától, mint az állat, amelyik felismeri önmagát a tükörben. Végül még egyszer megismételte a mondatot, mintha biztos akart volna lenni benne, hogy nem téved.
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