The first kiss was a little bit of a shock, as he couldn't see her. He responded barely in time before she started the next one and that one he responded to with enthusiasm. He should have known Lucy would have a wicked tongue.
And now he finally had his hands free again, which meant he could plant them both against her skin, riding up under her shirt. He let one skim the ridge of her spine while the other palmed the roundness of her hips, skimming beneath her waistband.
Were they going to do this right here he wondered, thrilled by the depth of her kisses. He let them fall just a little backward so his shoulders and head leaned against the cabinets. Merlin, maybe they would.