Kissing in Kansas by Kirsten Osbourne Read Free Book Online

Bible."
    "I never really thought about it," he admitted.
    "Maybe you should.  The Bible says we need to wait until we're married for sex.  Nothing says we need to wait until we know each other well enough to boink each other's brains out.  We're married.  We're attracted to each other.  Well, I'm attracted to you, and I assume you're attracted to me?"
    Henry sighed.  "Of course, I am.  You're a beautiful, intelligent woman."
    Even though I read romance? "Then I think denying ourselves a pleasure that God set aside for married people is actually going against His will, not honoring Him."
    Henry parked the truck in front of their house.  "I'll think about that.  I just—I do want to know you better before anything happens between us.  I'm old fashioned that way."
    "Well, you can think that's for the best, but I think we should just go upstairs, rip our clothes off, and go at each other like rabbits.  I mean, why not?"
    He shook his head.  "You have a way with words, Samara."
    She smiled happily.  "I know.  I'm going to write my own romance novel someday, and people are going to realize that there's not just fluff in my head."  She unbuckled her seat belt and slid across the front seat to him.  Reaching up, she touched his cheek.  "We're in your truck in the dark.  Isn't that one of your acceptable places for a first kiss, Henry?"
    He laughed.  "It is."
    "Then first kiss me.  The others don't count, because I had to initiate them all.  Kiss me like you mean it."
    Henry took a deep breath.  He knew it wasn't the smartest thing to do at that moment, but she was his wife, and she was beautiful.  He lowered his head, his lips barely grazing hers at first, but when her lips immediately parted for him, he deepened the kiss.  Wrapping his arms around her, so he wouldn't be tempted to touch her in a way that was inappropriate, he poured everything he'd been feeling the entire day into the kiss.
    Samara let out a happy sigh as he finally kissed her the way she'd wanted him to.  One hand went to rest at the back of his neck while her other crept to his shoulder, softly kneading the muscles there through the thin tee-shirt he wore.  If only she could find the magic words to convince him they should go upstairs and make love, making it a real wedding night, she'd be in heaven.
    Finally, Henry lifted his head, panting slightly.  "You're some woman, Samara Crider."
    Samara smiled.  He hadn't seen anything yet.

Chapter Four
     
     
    "I'm going to get a long hot bath and read for a bit," Samara told him once they were inside.
    "You're not saying you'll read in the tub, are you?"  Henry had never heard of someone reading in the bathtub. 
    "Of course."
    He watched her as she gathered clothes, but stopped her when she got her Kindle from her purse.  "You can't take electronics in the bathtub!  Take one of your paperbacks."
    She sighed.  "I might lose my keys or other unimportant things on occasion, but this is my Kindle.  No way will I drop it.  Besides, the paperbacks I brought are irreplaceable.  They're signed by the authors!"  She walked into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it behind her.
    He was going to be a pain about her reading everywhere.  She could tell.  That was a fight she was ready to win.
    After her bath, she slipped into her wedding nightgown and left the bathroom, flipping off the light as she went.  Henry was already in bed, but he wasn't asleep yet, and he looked at her as she climbed into bed.
    He groaned.  "Can't you wear shorts and a tee-shirt to sleep?  Go in the closet and get one of my tees."
    "No, I'll be a lot more comfortable in this.  Unless you'd rather I took it off?" She grabbed the hem and started to lift it. She didn't know how she'd react if he told her to do it, because she'd never stripped for a man, and down deep, she was really not exactly thrilled with her body.  She was female after all.
    Henry closed his eyes quickly, holding up one hand.  As much as