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right size. He hated women with thin, judgmental lips. Smeared with dark red lipstick. Stingy and manipulative. Bev’s mouth looked ripe and vulnerable. He sucked on that soft lower lip for a few seconds.
    He pulled back and laughed. Bev could not have looked more stunned if a leprechaun had come dancing into the kitchen.
    “ What…are you doing? ” She barely got the words out.
    “Kissing you.” Tom leaned forward again and held the bottom of her chin. He worked his lips over hers until she responded. A soft whimper escaped her throat and he kept at it. Biting, sucking and finally spearing her mouth with his tongue. This was a wet motherfucking kiss.
    “Oh.” Bev placed her hand over his heart. She was shaking. “What are you doing, Tom? Have you lost your mind?” She stood up suddenly and backed away from him, until she hit the counter. The basket of eggplants tipped over and spilled on the floor. “Oh. My goodness!”
    Tom followed her and pinned her against the counter. Her chocolate puppy dog eyes were dilated and confused. Her T-shirt was molded nicely to her chest. He wondered what her bra looked like.
    “More.” He kissed her again. This time just brushing his lips over hers. Her could feel her labored breathing, but he kept at it.
    He slid his hands to her hips, grabbed on, and pulled her forward. Damn it if he wasn’t turned on like a horny teenager.
    “Tom!” Two sharp claws jabbed his arms.
    “For the love of Christ.” He took a step back and sighed. “You don’t have to stab me.”
    “Yes, I think I do. You have clearly lost your ever-loving mind!”
    Bev didn’t realize it, but she looked adorable. Pink-cheeked, disheveled hair, swollen lips. For the first time, Tom got a peek of the woman underneath the hideous fucking salmon lip gloss.
    And damn him for a fool, he liked what he saw.
    Bev stared at his mouth. Then his eyes. Then his mouth. Back and forth. And just as he was about to remind her what French kissing was all about, a sharp rap on the front door interrupted them.
    “Damn it,” Tom growled. “Saved by the bell, Bev.”
    She looked equal parts relieved, disappointed, and totally confused.
    He still wanted to fuck her.
    “Excuse me! Anyone home!” A strange voice bellowed out front.
    “Tom, someone’s at your front door. Are you going to answer it?”
    “Maybe they’ll go away if I ignore them.”
    Bev poked him again with her talons. “That is rude. Go see who it is.”
    He grumbled as he pulled open the screen. “What?”
    A father and son stood on his porch. The dad looked exhausted, sweaty and covered with dust bunnies and dirt. The little boy clutched his father’s hand and gazed up into Tom’s face with saucer-sized eyes.
    “Do I know you?” Tom snapped.
    The father held out his hand. “Jerome Franklin. I’m your new next door neighbor. This is my son, Jason. We just moved in yesterday. Hope we haven’t been bothering you with the moving vans and ruckus.”
    Tom sighed. He shook the man’s hand. “I’m sure it will settle down soon.”
    “We’re trying to get things in order before the holiday. We have family coming over.” He patted the boy on his head. “Jason just learned to ride a two wheeler and he’s raring to try it out, but he’s got a flat, and I have no idea where the bike pump is.” He raised an eyebrow at Tom. “Any chance you have a pump we could borrow? My wife just made some fresh lemonade. She’s at home with our new baby. She’d like to meet you, too.”
    “Actually, I’m sort of busy right now.” Trying to seduce my son’s mother-in-law . “Not sure I have time to look around in the garage.” He fiddled with the pack of cigarettes in his pocket.
    The elder Franklin nodded. “Okay,” he answered slowly. “We’re sorry to bother you. I’m sure ours will turn up sooner or later.”
    Tom heard the baby crying next door.
    The sooner he set limits with the new neighbors, the better. He didn’t want them stopping by for a