“I just want to tell you, as crappy as this evening started, it ended great,” Kendall said, turning to smile up at Holden as they stopped in front of the door to her apartment. “I had a really good time.”
He’d had followed her home to make sure she got there safely. And to know where to pick her up for the wedding the next day. Surprisingly, being stalked by one of the FBI’s most-wanted didn’t bother her as much as it probably should.
Holden flashed her a grin. “I’m glad. And thanks for letting me follow you home. I know you said your ex isn’t the kind to stalk you, but I feel better making sure.”
Kendall almost sighed. If this guy didn’t stop acting so amazing, she was going to have an extremely difficult time remembering he was one of the bad guys. She was already thinking of doing a lot more with Holden beyond slapping cuffs on him as it was.
Actually, now that she thought about it, cuffs might be okay, too.
“Don’t worry about Isaac,” she said, more to distract herself that him.
“He’s all bark and no bite. He was always kind of a wuss to tell the truth.”
“Still, I appreciate you letting me make sure.”
Kendall nodded. So, how exactly did a woman end her first evening out with a criminal she intended to arrest soon? Was a handshake called for…or Miranda Rights? A kiss would be out of the question, right?
Holden made the decision for her. Stepping close, he slipped a hand behind her neck, tipped her head back a little, and bent his head to gently kiss her. It wasn’t much more than a soft peck on the lips. No pressure, no fingers tightening in her hair, and definitely no tongue.
That lasted about two seconds…right up until they got a good taste of each other. Then that whole first date tender crap went out the window like an old fruitcake, and it was on like Donkey Kong.
Holden groaned as their tongues clashed. No, skip that. That moan had come from her, not him. He was too busy threading his fingers in her hair and getting a good grip. But damn, he tasted so delicious! And when had she developed a thing for guys tugging on her hair? Was that even a thing? Because it really felt like a thing.
She pushed her tongue into his mouth, giving as good as she got, sure she was going to FBI hell for making out with a suspect on the first date like this. Then she stopped caring as he backed her up against the apartment door, the wood creaking as Holden pressed his hard body full-on against hers, making her feel every ripple and bulge of all those yummy muscles.
Then something right around his belt line poked her in the stomach. She let out a slow, ragged breath as she realized that bulge probably wasn’t muscle. Maybe the big Navy SEAL was simply carrying a weapon of some kind. Yup, that’s exactly what it was.
She was wondering if she should invite him in for late night cup of coffee—not sure if she even had any—when Holden broke the kiss and stepped back, looking like he’d just made the decision to give up chocolate cake for the rest of his life. It was almost laughable that Holden was the one keeping things from boiling over instead of her. As a Fed, shouldn’t she be the one controlling the situation?
“I really had a good time tonight, too,” he said softly, reluctantly taking another step back. The obvious battle he was fighting made her Kendall feel like the hottest FBI babe on the planet. “Pick you up tomorrow at noon sharp?”
Kendall nodded, glancing at him over her shoulder as she pulled out her key. “Don’t be late.”
She had the key in the door and was pushing it open when she felt Holden behind her, one arm slipping around her waist, his warm mouth coming down on her neck. FBI training that should have immediately kicked in to repel the blindside attack disappeared, replaced by an all-over body shiver as his lips moved against her skin.
“I wouldn’t dream of being late,” he said in a husky whisper.
She leaned back against him, hating her rebellious body for enjoying the contact far more than it should. “I won’t complain if you’re a little early. Just saying.”
He kissed her neck again, then stepped away with a chuckle. “Got it. Early is okay. Late…never. Good night, Kendall.”