He put his hands on her waist. "Kiss me," he said. "No," she said. "Come on....

He put his hands on her waist. "Kiss me," he said. "No," she said. "Come on. Haven't I been perfect? Haven't I followed all your rules? How can you be so selfish? There's no one around-they're busy drinking." "I think you should go back to your reunion," she said, but she laughed at him again. Boldly, he picked her up under her arms and lifted her high, holding her above him, slowly lowering her mouth to his. "You're shameless," she told him. "Kiss me," he begged. "Come on. Gimme a little taste." It was simply irresistible. He was irresistible. She grabbed his head in her hands and met his lips. She opened hers, moving over his mouth. When he did this to her, she thought of nothing but the kiss. It consumed her deliciously. She allowed his tongue, he allowed hers, and she reached that moment when she wanted it to never end. It was so easy to become lost in his tenderness, his strength. And then, inevitably, it had to end. They were standing in the street, after all, though it was almost dark. "Thank you," he said. He put her on her feet and behind them, a raucous cheer erupted. There, on the porch at Jack's, stood eight marines and Rick, their tankards raised, shouting, cheering, whistling, cat-calling. "Oh, brother," she said. "I'm going to kill them." "Is this some kind of marine tradition?" she asked him. "I'm going to kill them," he said again, but he kept his arm around her shoulders. "You realize what this means," she said. "These little kisses are no longer our little secret." He looked down into her eyes. The shouts had subsided into a low rumble of laughter. "Mel, they are not little. And since it's leaked," he said, grabbing her up in his arms, lifting her up to him again, her feet clear of the ground, and planted another one on her, to the excited shouts of the old 192nd. Even with that riot in the background, she found herself responding. She was growing addicted to the perfect flavor of his mouth. When it was done she said, "I knew it was a mistake to let you get to first base." "Ha, I haven't even thrown out the first pitch yet. You're invited to go fishing with us, if you like." "Thanks, but I have things to do. I'll see you tomorrow night for a beer. And I'll get myself to my car. I'm not going to make out in front of them for the next week." *

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