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If he had, he never would have done it.
    Justin reached out, slid his fingers into her lovely hair – really, it was like his arm moved independently of his body, like he had no control whatsoever – lowered his mouth.
    A nd tasted.
     
    KATHLEEN froze.
    Justin was kissing her . His lips were soft, his breath spicy like the nutmeg on the eggnog.  His long fingers cradled the back of her head and his mouth moved warm against hers.  She made a sound, surprise or… yeah, that was surprise, and her lips parted as her eyelids fluttered.  He changed the angle, just a small shift so that their parted lips molded, and her hand drifted up to his chest. 
    To push him away?  But when he breathed into her mouth her fingers clutched at his sweater.  She had no idea what had gotten into him, kissing her was a very un-Justin-like thing to do, but since he apparently did it really damn well, who was she to object? Besides, all his heat was really confusing the issue, and she stepped closer, because he felt so good.  Big and broad, and when he parted her lips again with his tongue, slid inside to taste and tangle, the hottest place she’d ever been.  She went dizzy, and something fell – the last of her Chex mix, maybe, spilling onto the scarred wood floor – and then it was just Justin, filling her mouth, taking over her mind.  The kiss spun out, days, she was kissing him for days, all hot lips and teasing tongue and the faintest scratch of whiskers.  He’d showered but he hadn’t shaved.  Strange that the combination was suddenly sexy.  With her sensitive redhead’s skin, she usually preferred men who spent regular time with their razors. When he pulled it back she made another sound – distress, that was definitely distress this time – but he simply shifted to bring their bodies flush together.  Then his tongue was back, and her arm was squished between them in the sling, but his hand was on her hip, so she didn’t care.  His fingers tightened over her jeans and Kathleen thought clothes are so overrated just as someone said “Whoa” behind them.  Sadie, she thought that might be Sadie’s voice, but who needed Sadie when she had Justin right here. 
    Go away, she thought, and slid her fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, taking a little nip of his bottom lip with her teeth.  She got lost for a moment, lost in all the heat and the lovely hard press of his body.  Hard, Justin was hard – maybe wonder and awe, after all – but her brother’s voice said “Maybe not so Hopeless.”
    Justin lifted his head, looking dazed and gorgeous.  He’d always been gorgeous, it was just an anatomical fact, but she’d never quite registered that he was gorgeous before, in the hormonal meltdown sense.  Wanting more, Kathleen started to go after him but he blinked and glanced around.  “I…”  His gaze slid back to her mouth, then darted to her eyes.  He took a step back, and she felt cold all over.  “I’m sorry.  That was…”
    Amazing, Kathleen wanted to say.
    “Out of line.  It ’s just that your mouth was so…”  He scrubbed a hand over his head before he shook it.  “It’s the mistletoe.  Or maybe your lip gloss.  And I’m going to shut up now, and just say that I’m sorry.”
    When he hurried away, cutting through the waves of partygoers like a steamship – the SS Delicious, perhaps – Kathleen stood, Chex mix scattered at her feet and her preconceptions blown to hell.  She turned, feeling stunned, and saw Sadie beaming and Declan looking bored.  “This is what I was missing?”
    “Only for the past three years,” Declan said.
    “Well… God.”  She looked over the crowd, saw Justin pushing out the front door.
    And wanted to miss it again, real soon.
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
    JUSTIN lay in the dark, reliving that kiss. 
    And then kicking himself for reliving it.  Followed by kicking himself for kissing her in the first place.  Or maybe enjoying the fact that