Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1245

She couldn’t help herself—her hand drifted upward, sneaking over to touch him, her movements secretive and shy.

Her fingertips brushed gently over his cheek, his brows, his nose, and finally, his lips…

Her thumb lingered on his thin lips, tracing them softly.

Her own heart thundered in her chest, and she had to swallow hard, her mind flashing with images that made her cheeks burn. Elysia yanked her hand back in a hurry.

Click—

But before she could retreat, Tarquin caught her finger between his teeth.

Elysia’s eyes flew wide open in shock. “!”

She tried to pull her finger free, but he wouldn’t let go.

His tongue curled around her fingertip, and her heart skipped a beat, her eyes going round as saucers.

She watched, helpless, as Tarquin’s eyes—shut just a moment ago—opened, clear and sharp.

Elysia’s heart leapt into her throat. “You were faking it?!”

Tarquin’s gaze was dark as midnight, so intense she nearly forgot to breathe. He looked at her like a wolf, just woken up, spotting a rabbit right in front of him.

Elysia suddenly realized the danger. “You… You let go right now!”

Tarquin didn’t. He just looked even more tempting.

Elysia’s breath came fast, her face flaming red, like someone was tickling her with a feather right at her core. It was maddening.

“Tarquin! You’re incorrigible!” she gasped.

The way she said his name—half furious, half flustered—almost made him surrender right there.

Tarquin bit down lightly before finally letting her go. Then, in one smooth move, he rolled over and pinned her beneath him.

“Trying to mess with me, huh?”

Elysia stiffened, denying it, chin up. “No, I wasn’t!”

“Oh, really? Then what were you just doing?”

“I… I thought there was something on your lips. I wanted to wipe it off.”

Tarquin knew she was lying. He squinted at her, a sly smile playing on his lips.

“Oh yeah? What was on my lips?”

“Uh… a crumb. From dinner.”

“Is that so?”

“Uh-huh!” Elysia nodded furiously, like a bobblehead.

“Well, sweetheart, you’ve got a crumb on your lips too.”

“Huh?!”

“Let me help you with that.” He dipped his head and captured her lips with his.

Elysia squeaked in protest, “Mmm—!”