Pregnant by Morning. Kat Cantrell

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      Two

      Matthew had only a moment to register her intent. It wasn’t long enough. When the winged woman pressed her lips to his, his body lit up and flooded with heat. She was like a conduit to a nuclear reactor, and the shocking sensation of her warm mouth on his threatened to bring on full meltdown.

      He knew precisely what Lucas would do in this situation.

      Cupping her face with both palms, Matthew tilted her head to slant his mouth against hers at a deeper angle. Her lips parted on a sigh, and the hands holding his lapels tightened, drawing him closer.

      Nearly groaning, he kissed this nameless butterfly until he couldn’t think, couldn’t stop, almost couldn’t stand. The shock of awareness and incendiary carnal lust picked up where his brain failed.

      Shocking. And yet familiar. As if they’d done this before, exactly this way, pressed against each other in the shadows. Their lips fit, their bodies slid together with ease. He was kissing a stranger—a nameless stranger—and it should feel wrong, or at least odd.

      It was so very right.

      This woman was not at all his type—too glittery, too sensual, too beautiful. He couldn’t imagine introducing her to his mother or taking her to a museum opening where they’d rub shoulders with the elite of Dallas.

      But he didn’t care.

      For the first time since Amber died, he felt alive. His heart beat in his chest and blood flowed through his veins and a woman was kissing him. He reveled in these small clues that he hadn’t been buried alongside his wife.

      After an eternity passed in a blink, she broke away and stared up at him, her breath coming in short gasps. “I’m sorry.”

      “For what?”

      He hadn’t kissed a woman other than Amber in five years and as a reintroduction to the art, it was off the map. Surely she’d felt some of the same heat.

      “I shouldn’t have done that,” she said.

      “Yes, you absolutely should have.”

      He might be out of practice, but she was still firmly in his arms, and a woman who hadn’t just had her world shaken to the foundation would have stepped away by now.

      She inhaled sharply, her chest pushing against his and stroking the flame higher. “Not under false pretenses. I have to come clean. My ex is here, and that was a poor attempt to hide from him.”

      “I beg to differ. As attempts go, I thought it was pretty good.”

      A quavery laugh slipped out from her kiss-reddened lips and then she did step away, out of his embrace. But not too far.

      “Just so you know, I don’t go around kissing random men.”

      “There’s an easy way to fix that. I’d be happy to introduce myself and thus eliminate the randomness.”

      “That would be awesome because I’m pretty sure I’m going to kiss you again.”

      She had felt it.

      The thrill swept all the way to the soles of his feet. Tonight, he was someone else, and as it seemed to be working out well so far, why screw around with it?

      “Matt. My name is Matt.”

      It flowed from his mouth effortlessly, though he’d never been Matt in his life. But right here, right now, he liked Matt a hell of lot. Matt wasn’t bogged down in inertia and terrified he’d never find his way out. Matt hadn’t walked away from all his responsibilities at home or lain awake at night, eaten with guilt over it. Matt hadn’t drifted around the world in search of something he suspected didn’t exist, only to land in Venice holed up in a cold, lonely palazzo.

      Matt had fun and kissed costumed women at parties and maybe got to second base before the end of the night.

      She smiled. “Nice to meet you, Matt. You can call me Angie.”

      Angie. It was too harsh, too common for such a delicate and ethereal woman. The careful phrasing tipped him off that it wasn’t her real name, but since he’d similarly hedged, he couldn’t exactly complain.

      “Which one is your ex? So we can steer clear.”

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